The Random Crap Thread

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:EMB: I have that album somewhere I'm sure...

:LOL:
 
Okay it says, "Chester Copperpot: Missing while in pursuit of local
legend. Reclusive scavenger claims, 'I have the key to One-eyed
Willy'."


Whoa, do you guys realize what we could do?


Nobody ever found nothing, you guys. I mean, why do you think this map
would be up here in this attic when it could be in some safety deposit
box somewhere, right?


That's right. And anyway, if Chester Copperpot didn't find it, how
would we find it?



But, what if? You guys, just what if this map could lead to One-eyed
Willy's rich stuff?


Maybe.


Then we wouldn't have to leave the Goondocks. Come on.
 
Tickets this way for the Chatsworth Express.
Come watch Pikeys making a mess of their lives they were given, by him upstairs
And kids they're convinced aren't actually theirs.
What sounds on earth could ever replace, kids needing money or wives in your face?
Cos this, people reckon, me included, is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented,
To calm us all down, stop going mental.
These are Chatsworth Estate's basic essentials.
We are worth every penny, for grinding your axes
You shit on our head, but you pay the taxes.
Imagine Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers,
Who'll come on your face for the price of a beer.

Make poverty history, cheaper drugs now.

MAKE POVERTY HISTORY, CHEAPER DRUGS NOW!

SCATTER!

PARTY!​

:D:D
 
It's absolutely gorgeous weather here today, couldn't be a nicer day.

Just got a phone call from someone literally 1,000-2,000 yards away, and there it's absolutely chucking it down. You can hear the rain down the phone it's that heavy.
 
"Just popping round to tell you there's a brisk westernly wind sweeping over your area. Going down pub later? Smashing. Back at 10."
 
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