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Quote by Nallers
Q Where do good Swingers go????
at this time of night "to bed" would be a good option
ok, ok, I get the hint.
Where can you join for free and be totally addicted and feel part of the crowd in a matter of days?
but I really am going to bed now - on my own this time lol
:angel:
A Warning......
The Court fell very silent,
The red-robed Judge spoke out:
‘This Court has found you guilty!
Beyond all reasonable doubt’
‘But ‘ere I send you down below
To start your prison time,
Is there something you can tell me
That mitigates your crime?’
The sobbing wretch within the dock
Looked up with bleary eyes,
‘My Lord, my crime was wicked-
But I shall not tell you lies.
I used to have a steady job
And led a blameless life,
I loved my two dear children
And devoted, caring wife.
Then by chance, I came across
A site in cyber-space,
Where people took me to their breast
And smiles came to my face.
They came from all across the land
We met for food-and more!
They soon became my closest friends
And will be evermore.
I spent so many hours with them,
Oft sitting throught the night,
My work began to go to pot
As did my failing sight.
My mower rusted in the shed
My lawn it grew so high;
My posting was disturbed one day
When Attenborough came by.
He said they’d film this wilderness:
The Beeb would buy me lunch,
I thought a bit, and said ‘That’s it-
Meet me at The Munch!!’
A letter came one Monday morn
Which gave me some small cheer,
They’d sacked me from employment-
(I'd been A.W.O.L. for a year).
The children grew and fled the nest-
The wife eloped ,besotted:
(A jobbing builder, who’d moved in-
A fact I hadn’t spotted).
My beard grew long, below my waist
My eyes they sank so deep;
I found a pile of canine bones
Where Fido used to sleep.
Then some baliffs forced my lock
And took some stuff therein,
I really couldn’t pay much heed-
PMs were coming in.
Within a week the house was bare
They drove away my car,
So, to cheer myself a bit
I changed my avatar.
Then it came-that fateful morn
When I went so astray,
They tried to turn the ‘puter off-
For that they had to pay!!
I really don’t remember much
The violence that erupted,
Just a burning sense of panic
That my files would be corrupted.
I’ve been so quiet, all my life
And violence have abhorred,
I didn’t mean to put his head
Inside my ‘mother board’.
Policeman came with blues and twos
And streamed into my house,
(I’m sorry dear Inspector
That I made you eat my mouse).
So you see, My Lord, I’m sorry,
The violence was uplanned.
Just one small question haunts me still:
Do prisons have Broadband?’
‘Take him down’, the judge decreed,
‘The years you’ll serve are seven!
And when ‘The Sun’ asks why you’re there….
THE ANSWER’S SWINGING HEAVEN!!’
The Court fell very silent,
The red-robed Judge spoke out:
‘This Court has found you guilty!
Beyond all reasonable doubt’
‘But ‘ere I send you down below
To start your prison time,
Is there something you can tell me
That mitigates your crime?’
The sobbing wretch within the dock
Looked up with bleary eyes,
‘My Lord, my crime was wicked-
But I shall not tell you lies.
I used to have a steady job
And led a blameless life,
I loved my two dear children
And devoted, caring wife.
Then by chance, I came across
A site in cyber-space,
Where people took me to their breast
And smiles came to my face.
They came from all across the land
We met for food-and more!
They soon became my closest friends
And will be evermore.
I spent so many hours with them,
Oft sitting throught the night,
My work began to go to pot
As did my failing sight.
My mower rusted in the shed
My lawn it grew so high;
My posting was disturbed one day
When Attenborough came by.
He said they’d film this wilderness:
The Beeb would buy me lunch,
I thought a bit, and said ‘That’s it-
Meet me at The Munch!!’
A letter came one Monday morn
Which gave me some small cheer,
They’d sacked me from employment-
(I'd been A.W.O.L. for a year).
The children grew and fled the nest-
The wife eloped ,besotted:
(A jobbing builder, who’d moved in-
A fact I hadn’t spotted).
My beard grew long, below my waist
My eyes they sank so deep;
I found a pile of canine bones
Where Fido used to sleep.
Then some baliffs forced my lock
And took some stuff therein,
I really couldn’t pay much heed-
PMs were coming in.
Within a week the house was bare
They drove away my car,
So, to cheer myself a bit
I changed my avatar.
Then it came-that fateful morn
When I went so astray,
They tried to turn the ‘puter off-
For that they had to pay!!
I really don’t remember much
The violence that erupted,
Just a burning sense of panic
That my files would be corrupted.
I’ve been so quiet, all my life
And violence have abhorred,
I didn’t mean to put his head
Inside my ‘mother board’.
Policeman came with blues and twos
And streamed into my house,
(I’m sorry dear Inspector
That I made you eat my mouse).
So you see, My Lord, I’m sorry,
The violence was uplanned.
Just one small question haunts me still:
Do prisons have Broadband?’
‘Take him down’, the judge decreed,
‘The years you’ll serve are seven!
And when ‘The Sun’ asks why you’re there….
THE ANSWER’S SWINGING HEAVEN!!’
Mod
Ace, Arti, absolute ace 
:lol:
Mal
:lol:
:lol: Mal
:lol:
Arti :worship: 
But I thought we'd agreed not to make it public until after the baby is born?
