Bald rick

When you've done that, can you come round and get rid of the slugs in our kitchen? Nearly every sodding morning there are little shiny pathways on the breadboard. God knows where the bastards are getting in.

A young man walks over to his father one day and asks if they could have a talk about sex. His father agrees and is eager to help his son with any questions he may have. "Dad, what does a vagina look like before sex?" asked the son. "Well son," answered the all-knowing father. "A vagina is the most beautiful thing in creation." "The soft folds of a vagina are softer even than the petals of a rose." "The delicate scent of a vagina is finer than the finest French perfumes." "The taste of a vagina is sweeter than the purest nectar." "All in all son, it's like I said, a vagina is the most beautiful thing in creation." "Gee dad, a vagina sounds just great, the way you describe it." A few moments of silence go by, then the boy asks another question. "Dad, what does a vagina look like after sex?" "Well son, have you ever seen a bulldog eating custard?"

Myself/ yourself (when used instead of 'me' or 'you') Pre-booked, or pre-ordered Pan-fried

88 Piano Keys 21 Dots on a Die 8 Sides on a Stop Sign

Just checked mine, and it says 'Poppy appeal' on the black bit.

I hope you saw HIGNFY on Friday night. Last year, Reginald D Hunter was a guest during the poppy period, and asked why the hell he was wearing the poppy (it had been pinned on him by a make up girl just before the recording started), and it was explained to him. He was on again last week, and he was not wearing a poppy.

No, I associate it with the Roger Hargreaves character. He's purple, if that affects your little wager at all.

Just finished (apart from the epilogue) Blood River by Tim Butcher. An account of the author's journey down the river Congo. Very interesting, but quite sad, in that the country seems to have so much potential that is wasted by the constant fighting and corruption in the government.

Millvina Dean auctions belongings to pay nursing home fees.

I wonder if it's 'golf ball-sized', as tumours often seem to be. They may know now.

Now he's responding to treatment.

Me too. And, Mr Notapotato, I didn't bother entering my date of birth, and it still let me play.