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Read the first post again.

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Quote: Monkey Woods

Read the first post again.

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Never.
Make me.

Seen woegaf's picture? It might be me, but doesn't she remind you a bit of Mrs Kensington? And Bookseller? And ...

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Quote: Monkey Woods

Seen woegaf's picture? It might be me, but doesn't she remind you a bit of Mrs Kensington? And Bookseller? And ...

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If only this site could attract real women like this rather than multiple personality-type male weirdo's.

Monkey Woods, how many computers are you using right now at this moment?

How many people are you on this site. Why did you edit that Woefern (or whatever the name is) a few minutes ago?

Why?


Why?

I'm only 3 people on here, and none of them is woegaf.

Or Bookseller, Mrs Kensington, Manuel C*nt, Fish, Benny Burrito, Marissa McGlynn, AAJetMan, Victor Nicholas, The WB, Snooks, Gregarius, myhat2u or Lucifer.

I've only got one computer, and, as I'm not woegaf, I didn't edit that post.

And that's the truth, fatty.

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Quote: Monkey Woods

I'm only 3 people on here, and none of them is woegaf.

Or Bookseller, Mrs Kensington, Manuel C*nt, Fish, Benny Burrito, Marissa McGlynn, AAJetMan, Victor Nicholas, The WB, Snooks, Gregarius, myhat2u or Lucifer.

I've only got one computer, and, as I'm not woegaf, I didn't edit that post.

And that's the truth, fatty.

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Pot, Kettle, Black! that's the truth fatty.

~IS~

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Quote: Monkey Woods

I'm only 3 people on here, and none of them is woegaf.

Or Bookseller, Mrs Kensington, Manuel C*nt, Fish, Benny Burrito, Marissa McGlynn, AAJetMan, Victor Nicholas, The WB, Snooks, Gregarius, myhat2u or Lucifer.

I've only got one computer, and, as I'm not woegaf, I didn't edit that post.

And that's the truth, fatty.

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How do I know you're telling the truth?

Seeing as you are a compulsive liar (like me), how can I believe a word of what you say?
Do I believe what you say and take it at face value?
Do I believe the opposite of what you say? But then, if I believe the opposite of what you say - and I turn out to be wrong - does that mean that by believing what you say to be true I am leaving myself open to being fooled by your mischievous antics again?

And how do I know that the main person you write as on this site is actually 'Monkey woods'?
If you are 'Woegaf' or 'Snooks' of "The WB', then that means that your Monkey Woods identity is just a fake. And anything you say as Monkey Woods will be a lie.

So, to sum up: do you like porridge?
I like a nice bowl of the stuff. Made with milk of course. None of that water and salt nonsense.

Answers on a postcard.

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Quote: Monkey Woods

Seen woegaf's picture? It might be me, but doesn't she remind you a bit of Mrs Kensington? And Bookseller? And ...

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Oh, it's 'Bookseller' to be sure!

Who is Bookseller?
I mean, who was Bookseller?

I want names, goddamit!



For my little notebook.

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Quote: Jesus Budda

How do I know you're telling the truth?

And how do I know that the main person you write as on this site is actually 'Monkey woods'?

So, to sum up: do you like porridge?

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These are all very good questions, Budda. I've thought long and hard (hehehe - did you see that? I got a sexy joke in to my answer) about this*, and not even I know the answers. You are correct. I do sometimes lie compulsively, like that time when my sister broke my Action Man's arm, and, as an act of revenge, I broke the hoof off her Sindy horse. When she found it and told my Mam, I denied it, even though everyone knew I'd done it! But what was I to do? I couldn't let her get away with it! It wasn't my best Action Man, but I still liked him. It was the German-looking one, with realistic hair and beard, and gripping hands.

Look, I don't care what you all think, I was quite within my rights to dehoof that horse. Anyway, that was one time when I lied compulsively, and you were right to bring it back to my attention.

I give you my word of honour (sniggers) that the main person I write as on here, is Wonkey Moods, sorry, I mean Donkey Wooms, sorry, I mean Monkey Woods.

I don't like porridge in any form, apart from when it's on the telly. "'Ere, Godber!" Hahahaha He cracks me up does that Ronnie Corbett!

By the way, what the fruit is IN SECURE on about?


* Twenty seconds

So, the acronym is still 'students'.

I'll do it.

Students take underwear down encouraging naughty teenage sauciness.

*sigh* an action man with gripping hands, real hair and eagle eyes.....*sigh*

His name was Fritz. Still interested?

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Quote: Monkey Woods
So anyway, woegaf, what did you make of 'Milk Stolen From Doorstep'?

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I awarded you four stars. The story evoked memories of my life on a farm when I was young. Thank you.

What did you think of my stories Michael?

Sauciness allows unlikely couples innocent nuptuals every second Sunday

Sunday: usual needless desires and yearning!

I thought the new European language story was OK as a concept, but we already have English. I think, eventually, English will assume the role of your 'Eurillian'.

By the way, the thing that keeps letting you down, Bookseller, is your spelling: subtleties

Calling me 'Michael' implies that you know me.

Yes, 'we' have English. But the French don't, and neither do the Germans or the Italians, if you see what I mean. I agree however that the English language looks set to continue its relentless march across the planet, perhaps only halted temporarily by Chinese.

Thank you for the spelling reminder too Michael. If you can just get my name right now, everything would be fine wouldn't it?

Yearning?

Bookseller???? Oh yeah, the slimeball dude who couldn't spell, much less write anything.
Wasn't he 'banned' for verbal pedophilia?

Yearning effortlessly after Romanian nuns indicates neanderthal Glaswegian

Glaswegian Laura, a sweet, witty, educated girl, is a nymphomaniac.

Gorilla loving animal sadists who engage goats in a nightdress

Nymphomaniac young Mary, pouts hungrily over Martin, a new Italian accounts clerk

Clerk leaves early, riles Katrina.


Ignore IN SEINE. He doesn't understand the rules.

Katrina attacks Terry's Rottweiller in Norwich Arboretum.