a big thankyou to all who put in the hard work organising the Wilts Bun-Fight this weekend.
Quality team-work by quality people.
Thankyou.
lp
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why am i always the last one to bed apart from sugar puff daddy (aka RPM) who just seems to be asleep all the time
great costumes this time it was great fun shame we never got round to the target practice, and next time some more people will have to learn how to play texas holdem, so we can bet properly with clothes instead of chips :rascal:
good to see most of the same crew could make it, shame on those who could not
sara & graham was great to finally meet you and i think i have found a worthy opponent in the stakes of always having the item thats wanted but everyone else forgot to bring.
random fire starter so closer to becoming a member of the melty foot club, better luck next time that is if you have managed to get the boots off of course :haha:
thank you all, and even the weather did not spoil it.
so whens the next one..........
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i was the only one to cover up through the night!!!
Quote by Stormwalker
The little boy approached the wise one, and sat in the dust at his feet. He looked deep into the old man's ageless eyes and spoke.
“Tell me again Grandfather, Tell me of the coming of the white man and his iron horse that smells of chip fat, tell me of the Firestarter who burns his coco and the great plane to ash, tell me of the painted ladies who spill from their clothes like the great waterfall, tell me of the buffalo soldier who devours sugar puffs deep into the night, then sleeps all day, tell me of the breakfast maker and his house that contains all things, of the men who fight with water guns and stick the hair from their faces to their hats when they eat, tell me of the man who drinks only water and air, but still giggles like a madman, tell me of the great circle, when the white men puffed into small things till their eyes popped out and their cheeks went red, tell me of the gifts they gave you, of the cup that plays a song when you lift it”.
The wise one laughed and and shook his head.
“Running Deer, is there anything else you would know”?
“Yes Grandfather” replied the boy laughing,” tell me again how they tried to flog you a used dog ……
Quote by Stormwalker
The little boy approached the wise one, and sat in the dust at his feet. He looked deep into the old man's ageless eyes and spoke.
“Tell me again Grandfather, Tell me of the coming of the white man and his iron horse that smells of chip fat, tell me of the Firestarter who burns his coco and the great plains to ash, tell me of the painted ladies who spill from their clothes like the great waterfall, tell me of the buffalo soldier who devours sugar puffs deep into the night, then sleeps all day, tell me of the breakfast maker and his house that contains all things, of the men who fight with water guns and stick the hair from their faces to their hats when they eat, tell me of the man who drinks only water and air, but still giggles like a madman, tell me of the great circle, when the white men puffed into small things till their eyes popped out and their cheeks went red, tell me of the gifts they gave you, of the cup that plays a song when you lift it”.
The wise one laughed and and shook his head.
“Running Deer, is there anything else you would know”?
“Yes Grandfather” replied the boy laughing,” tell me again how they tried to flog you a used dog ……
Quote by Stormwalker
“Tell me again Grandfather, Tell me of the coming of the white man and his iron horse that smells of chip fat, tell me of the Firestarter who burns his coco and the great plains to ash, tell me of the painted ladies who spill from their clothes like the great waterfall, tell me of the buffalo soldier who devours sugar puffs deep into the night, then sleeps all day, tell me of the breakfast maker and his house that contains all things, of the men who fight with water guns and stick the hair from their faces to their hats when they eat, tell me of the man who drinks only water and air, but still giggles like a madman, tell me of the great circle, when the white men puffed into small things till their eyes popped out and their cheeks went red, tell me of the gifts they gave you, of the cup that plays a song when you lift it”.
Quote by Stormwalker
The little boy approached the wise one, and sat in the dust at his feet. He looked deep into the old man's ageless eyes and spoke.
“Tell me again Grandfather, Tell me of the coming of the white man and his iron horse that smells of chip fat, tell me of the Firestarter who burns his coco and the great plains to ash, tell me of the painted ladies who spill from their clothes like the great waterfall, tell me of the buffalo soldier who devours sugar puffs deep into the night, then sleeps all day, tell me of the breakfast maker and his house that contains all things, of the men who fight with water guns and stick the hair from their faces to their hats when they eat, tell me of the man who drinks only water and air, but still giggles like a madman, tell me of the great circle, when the white men puffed into small things till their eyes popped out and their cheeks went red, tell me of the gifts they gave you, of the cup that plays a song when you lift it”.
The wise one laughed and and shook his head.
“Running Deer, is there anything else you would know”?
“Yes Grandfather” replied the boy laughing,” tell me again how they tried to flog you a used dog ……
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Hang on a minute... that Winchie has the cheek to be walking around at the moment with a sig suggesting that she did nothing to 'gain an alternative name' as a consequence of her actions.
Was I sorely mistaken when my otherwise harmless attempts to warm an evening cocoa were turned instantly into blazing conflagration in an instant, risking life and possetions of all....
.... with her attempting to beat the flames with a frying-pan?
there's a name in there... surely?
lp
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Pete said:
"Mr & Mrs FC, great to see you guys again, mrfc I'd give my right arm to have had a camera when a certain delectable young squaw bent over in front of where you were sitting in an already skimpily short Indian dress"
Blimey !! I never saw Mt FC wearing a mini skirt I always miss the good bits