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removing her pullover ? eating a pavlova? this guy called roger bit of a dodger is that a roger over
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Sex God
roger is a dodger with a huge todger without a doubt over and out.
why do i want to type the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true????
why do i want to type the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true????
Quote by Fred
.......... SECURITY ALERT ---- SECURITY ALERT
All Stations, All Stations to QSY to Bruin Freq w/e/f Z
I say again >>
All Stations, All Stations to QSY to Bruin Freq w/e/f Z
mode of transmission = Griddle/Supergriddle
EO SecAlert
Out.
Spot the HAM
:lol: (send us a QSL card 
)Was the pavlova(from Maldova) in the landrover going to Doverbeing covered with the pullover. Over
Sex God
the vessle with the pessle has the brew that is true the pullover with the pavlova will be seen near dover, over
Sex God
this is Victor India Charlie Kilo Yankee
reporting that she is in the jacuzzi with a bottle of wine chilling out waiting for further orders from Sarge
reporting that she is in the jacuzzi with a bottle of wine chilling out waiting for further orders from Sarge
Sex God
That must be the bottle of wine she pinched from Tescos when Fabio spotted her earlier (smuggled out in her cleavage i assume) 
... grabs the radio
Sarge this is Calista ... Sarge this is Calista
Any chance of the Land Rover from Dover going to Moldova via Andover, giving me a lift into Derby in time for my pissup????
PS That's code for I'm going undercover (ooer) in town looking for WBB and doing my bit.
(hheheheheheh)
This is Calista over and out
Sarge this is Calista ... Sarge this is Calista
Any chance of the Land Rover from Dover going to Moldova via Andover, giving me a lift into Derby in time for my pissup????
PS That's code for I'm going undercover (ooer) in town looking for WBB and doing my bit.
(hheheheheheh)
This is Calista over and out
Sex God
Foxtrot Romeo Oscar Golf Sierra Tango Echo Romeo, reporting in.....
Message transmission mode continues in invisible ink....... use Formula 376X to decode.
Message Reads:-
Message Ends
Over… Rover from Nova Scotia via Dover eating said Pavlov, and disguised in a hairy pullover... Out
Message transmission mode continues in invisible ink....... use Formula 376X to decode.
Message Reads:-
Message Ends
Over… Rover from Nova Scotia via Dover eating said Pavlov, and disguised in a hairy pullover... Out
Sex God
Foxtrot Romeo Oscar Golf Sierra Tango Echo Romeo, reporting in.....
Sarge, Misschief is undercover at present, disguised as a seat cover..... when she surfaces I will broach the subject
Out.....
Sarge, Misschief is undercover at present, disguised as a seat cover..... when she surfaces I will broach the subject
Out.....
Sex God
puff, ..........pant, heavy breathing..........................
phew!!
ok peeps, cant stay in one place too long as i dont know when they will trace me - but here is a quick field report:
finally found the "how to do the 24 hour clock in 24 easy steps" class that sarge had enrolled me on.
after a bit of a rocky start (and once they had found a replacement teacher for the one who had herself sectioned in the local assylum) i excelled at the course and graduated with full honours.
as a side issue - should anyone require an official time keep i can do you a friends and family rate.
anyway............. with my timekeepers diploma in my back pocket i was ready to undertake my mission.
the SH secrets act phrohibits me from revealing the full extent of my mission (ok... well that.. and partly my bad memory) but make no bones about it.. it was bloody dangerous.
i recieved my mission briefs from sarge at 05:00 hours on the 13/12/04 (and very comfortable and hard wearing they were too!), and had untill 13:00 hours to preapre to leave.
packing the essential literature into my bag (how to hide your face in a crowd : daveJ, make friends the easy way: bathcolin, keeping clean on a time budget : sgt bilko, doggingspots around the world: wildrose and staggy) and a packet of safety pins from my friend voddy i set off into the unknown.
my first challenge was to make my way to the airport- where i knew fred(the medic) had arranged for his private plane to be waiting.
being still sound of mind at this time.............. i took the logical step - and phoned the_tongue to pick me up and drive me there.
we arrived at the runway , and in true james bond style i slid out of the car door and onto the tarmac, my face level with the ground........ looking at the feet of anyone stood within a 200 foot distance.
once i had recovered from the embarrasment of falling... i picked myself up, brushed myself down and walked over to the plane.
from that moment i knew this was a mission of major importance.
this was no ordinary plane..........the security on it was second to non.
in order to gain access i had to place my right breast against the nipple scanner on the door.
i sat in my seat and awaited take off.
i heard the engibe start up and as the "faten your belt" sign came on...... a voice came over the loudspeaker.
"agent WBB, this is your captain speaking, please reach under your seat where you will find a package".
getting all excited i felt underneath untill my fingers came into contact with something sticky.
hmmmm i thought, has Mal609 sent me some chocolate to keep me amused on the journey?
tugging on the package it finally came free and i lifted it from under the seat.
the shape was unlike any chocolate bar i had ever seen.
the package was cylenderal shaped, about 16 inches long, 4 inches diameter and wrapped in a week old copy of the "chorely times".
ripping the paper off i was surprised to find a familiar looking pink , sparkly double ended dildo with a note saying..
.."for your time of need - luv Bluexxx".
i gratefully slipped it into.............................................................
.........................................MY BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i have no recolection of where the hours went, but before i knew it the first leg of my journey was over.
gratefully i left the plane with nothing.. but my bag.
it was dark, the moon was the only light and i was severly jet lagged.
i made the decision to rest for the night and start my work at first light.
looking at the scrap of paper i had been preserving in the waist band of my thong i noted the address of the acomodation that sarge had arranged for me.
it was at the local swingers hotel.
i had been warned that on NO account must i disclose my real identity to anyone at the hotel ..... so i made the tactical descision to put loads of clothes on.. and so disguised myself as the local News of the World reporter.
i had been led to belive that no non-civilians would have been at the hotel, but i am not sure how acurate this information is- as am SURE i heard people being tortured and interogated throughout the night. the moans coming from the basemet are still disturbing me even now!
Dawn finally came (after ian put a bit of effort into it!!!! :twisted: ) and i got up and prepared myself for the day.
i have to admit that my standing in the foyer with a stop watch .. and then timing myself to run to the shower, get undressed, shower, dress and run back down again......... drew some funny looks, but my mission was not to intergrate myself!
after a hearty breakfast of minature heros, i left the hotel and set off the short distance to the "meeting place".
i arrived in good time only to find it was deserted.
i paced up and down for hours (ok.. 15 mins.. but you get the idea)before noticing that one of the bricks in the wall had recently been remioved and replaced.
i tried to pull the brick out, but not wanting to break my nails - i was unable to shift it.
pulling the dildo that blue had sent me from ly bag.. i inserted in between the brickes and levered the brick from the wall.
inside there was a note.
"due to unforseen circumstances ( a much) i was unable to meet you to pass on the info, please break the following code and use it to decipher the massege i have placed for you in a prominent place".
the code then followed.
"every second from this celestial timepiece counts" said the message.
HA i thought!
how easy.... they are talking about the SH clock!
they must mean every second post has a part of my instructions in.
running to the internet cafe over the roadi logged on to find........................
.........the clock had been deleted!
:shock:
oh no..... i thought, we have been rumbled! there is someone on the inside working against us!!!!!!!!!
i flung myself to the floor and sobbed, partly with frustration, and partly with fear.. of how sarge would take the news.
it must have been due to my crying that my eyes went blury, for when i felt a hand patting my shoulder and looked up.. i could not see the face of the person clearly.
agentWBB? asked the man?
yes i said.... gratefull that someone had come to help me.
have you been sent by "the firm"? i asked... err yeah he replied.
i followed him out to his vechile.................a pink mini cooper and climbed in.
imediately a partitian went up between the back (where i was sitting) and the front.
i tried to open the door so i could get out and get into the front with him instead.. but the door was locked.
banging on the partition to get his attention i never noticed the steam that started to fill the back of the car.
he had not seemed to hear me knocking for his attention.
he climbed out of the car, great i thought.
he must realise i am locked in the back.. he is gfoing to free me.
he did not!
he walked away from the car.. leaving me inside.
i bent down to remove my stileto - to use it to break the window.
it was at this point that i noticed the vent that were allowing steam to fill the back of the car.
i began to panic, realising i had been set up, and wishing that i had managed to have a look at the face of the person who had lured me here.
as the steam filled the car even more.. i bagan to get lethargic.
i removed my clothes but could still not cool down. i could feel myself getting weaker.
thankfull for the time i had spent in the sauna at partners during my training, i was gratefull that i was still able to breath.
after an hour, though thouroughly clean and with unblocked pores i was starting to get desperate!
i could feel my life slipping away, regrets started to go through my mind.
all the people i had not slept with.... all the chocolate i had not eaten etc.
i had prepared myself for taking my final breath - when the door opened.
the steam mingled with the cold air fl;ooding into the car and i heard a voice saying "is she done yet"?.
"she must be" another voice replied... dragging me roughly from the car.
i was lay on the fllor... where my vision cleared, i gasped in shock and horror as i realised the betrayel as i found myself staring into the face of............
oops sorrym my inteligence tells me they have tracked my internet connection!
i will report back again as soon as it is safe to do so!
WBB (agent 0042gg)
phew!!
ok peeps, cant stay in one place too long as i dont know when they will trace me - but here is a quick field report:
finally found the "how to do the 24 hour clock in 24 easy steps" class that sarge had enrolled me on.
after a bit of a rocky start (and once they had found a replacement teacher for the one who had herself sectioned in the local assylum) i excelled at the course and graduated with full honours.
as a side issue - should anyone require an official time keep i can do you a friends and family rate.
anyway............. with my timekeepers diploma in my back pocket i was ready to undertake my mission.
the SH secrets act phrohibits me from revealing the full extent of my mission (ok... well that.. and partly my bad memory) but make no bones about it.. it was bloody dangerous.
i recieved my mission briefs from sarge at 05:00 hours on the 13/12/04 (and very comfortable and hard wearing they were too!), and had untill 13:00 hours to preapre to leave.
packing the essential literature into my bag (how to hide your face in a crowd : daveJ, make friends the easy way: bathcolin, keeping clean on a time budget : sgt bilko, doggingspots around the world: wildrose and staggy) and a packet of safety pins from my friend voddy i set off into the unknown.
my first challenge was to make my way to the airport- where i knew fred(the medic) had arranged for his private plane to be waiting.
being still sound of mind at this time.............. i took the logical step - and phoned the_tongue to pick me up and drive me there.
we arrived at the runway , and in true james bond style i slid out of the car door and onto the tarmac, my face level with the ground........ looking at the feet of anyone stood within a 200 foot distance.
once i had recovered from the embarrasment of falling... i picked myself up, brushed myself down and walked over to the plane.
from that moment i knew this was a mission of major importance.
this was no ordinary plane..........the security on it was second to non.
in order to gain access i had to place my right breast against the nipple scanner on the door.
i sat in my seat and awaited take off.
i heard the engibe start up and as the "faten your belt" sign came on...... a voice came over the loudspeaker.
"agent WBB, this is your captain speaking, please reach under your seat where you will find a package".
getting all excited i felt underneath untill my fingers came into contact with something sticky.
hmmmm i thought, has Mal609 sent me some chocolate to keep me amused on the journey?
tugging on the package it finally came free and i lifted it from under the seat.
the shape was unlike any chocolate bar i had ever seen.
the package was cylenderal shaped, about 16 inches long, 4 inches diameter and wrapped in a week old copy of the "chorely times".
ripping the paper off i was surprised
to find a familiar looking pink , sparkly double ended dildo with a note saying...."for your time of need - luv Bluexxx".
i gratefully slipped it into.............................................................
.........................................MY BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i have no recolection of where the hours went, but before i knew it the first leg of my journey was over.
gratefully i left the plane with nothing.. but my bag.
it was dark, the moon was the only light and i was severly jet lagged.
i made the decision to rest for the night and start my work at first light.
looking at the scrap of paper i had been preserving in the waist band of my thong i noted the address of the acomodation that sarge had arranged for me.
it was at the local swingers hotel.
i had been warned that on NO account must i disclose my real identity to anyone at the hotel ..... so i made the tactical descision to put loads of clothes on.. and so disguised myself as the local News of the World reporter.
i had been led to belive that no non-civilians would have been at the hotel, but i am not sure how acurate this information is- as am SURE i heard people being tortured and interogated throughout the night. the moans coming from the basemet are still disturbing me even now!
Dawn finally came (after ian put a bit of effort into it!!!! :twisted: ) and i got up and prepared myself for the day.
i have to admit that my standing in the foyer with a stop watch .. and then timing myself to run to the shower, get undressed, shower, dress and run back down again......... drew some funny looks, but my mission was not to intergrate myself!
after a hearty breakfast of minature heros, i left the hotel and set off the short distance to the "meeting place".
i arrived in good time only to find it was deserted.
i paced up and down for hours (ok.. 15 mins.. but you get the idea)before noticing that one of the bricks in the wall had recently been remioved and replaced.
i tried to pull the brick out, but not wanting to break my nails - i was unable to shift it.
pulling the dildo that blue had sent me from ly bag.. i inserted in between the brickes and levered the brick from the wall.
inside there was a note.
"due to unforseen circumstances ( a much) i was unable to meet you to pass on the info, please break the following code and use it to decipher the massege i have placed for you in a prominent place".
the code then followed.
"every second from this celestial timepiece counts" said the message.
HA i thought!
how easy.... they are talking about the SH clock!
they must mean every second post has a part of my instructions in.
running to the internet cafe over the roadi logged on to find........................
.........the clock had been deleted!
:shock:
oh no..... i thought, we have been rumbled! there is someone on the inside working against us!!!!!!!!!
i flung myself to the floor and sobbed, partly with frustration, and partly with fear.. of how sarge would take the news.
it must have been due to my crying that my eyes went blury, for when i felt a hand patting my shoulder and looked up.. i could not see the face of the person clearly.
agentWBB? asked the man?
yes i said.... gratefull that someone had come to help me.
have you been sent by "the firm"? i asked... err yeah he replied.
i followed him out to his vechile.................a pink mini cooper and climbed in.
imediately a partitian went up between the back (where i was sitting) and the front.
i tried to open the door so i could get out and get into the front with him instead.. but the door was locked.
banging on the partition to get his attention i never noticed the steam that started to fill the back of the car.
he had not seemed to hear me knocking for his attention.
he climbed out of the car, great i thought.
he must realise i am locked in the back.. he is gfoing to free me.
he did not!
he walked away from the car.. leaving me inside.
i bent down to remove my stileto - to use it to break the window.
it was at this point that i noticed the vent that were allowing steam to fill the back of the car.
i began to panic, realising i had been set up, and wishing that i had managed to have a look at the face of the person who had lured me here.
as the steam filled the car even more.. i bagan to get lethargic.
i removed my clothes but could still not cool down. i could feel myself getting weaker.
thankfull for the time i had spent in the sauna at partners during my training, i was gratefull that i was still able to breath.
after an hour, though thouroughly clean and with unblocked pores i was starting to get desperate!
i could feel my life slipping away, regrets started to go through my mind.
all the people i had not slept with.... all the chocolate i had not eaten etc.
i had prepared myself for taking my final breath - when the door opened.
the steam mingled with the cold air fl;ooding into the car and i heard a voice saying "is she done yet"?.
"she must be" another voice replied... dragging me roughly from the car.
i was lay on the fllor... where my vision cleared, i gasped in shock and horror as i realised the betrayel as i found myself staring into the face of............
oops sorrym my inteligence tells me they have tracked my internet connection!
i will report back again as soon as it is safe to do so!
WBB (agent 0042gg)
Sex God
JUst had to read this thread twice cos I was laughing so much
Once again SH has cheered up my day
Thanx
Once again SH has cheered up my day
Thanx
Sexlightened
Spotted 2 last night on my way to work Now the mechanics still trying to get the dent out if the bonnet after i hit the lamp post 
Now the mechanics still trying to get the dent out if the bonnet after i hit the lamp post 
Sex God
Quote by Sgt Bilko
oops sorrym my inteligence tells me they have tracked my internet connection!
i will report back again as soon as it is safe to do so!
Spot the oxymoron !! :shock: :shock: :shock:
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:oi! don't you call WBB a moron! :mad: she goes out on a dangerous undercover mission placing her in grave danger in mobile saunas and stuff, and we're still waiting for the climax to her fiendish plot and stuff, and all you can do is be insulting! pah!
i must apologise! i've reread the post, and looked up oxymoron on google, and retract my previous paragraph unreservedly! i now understand that in no way shape or form was sarge referring to WBB as a moron. humble apologies.
i've re-read this post, and now realise my previous opinion, the one before the last one, was actually correct, and i can only read the throwing together of intelligence and WBB as something possibly . . well i dunno, i'll let you know when i form an opinion!
oh . . . over rover in the dover clover and they plaaaaayed the wild rooovvveerrrrrr no neveeerrrrr no moorrre etc etc!
n x x x :P
