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Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Tell me about yourself.

Rat a tat tat. Roof tiles smashing onto the ground. Plastic bags and branches flying by. Walk in the middle of the road weather. Watch out for falling pine trees.

It's time to bring back Maureen. I just have to figure out again what she looks like.
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7 comments:

  1. geraldgee22 February 2011 at 15:03

    Looking forward to seeing Maureen

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  2. Anonymous22 February 2011 at 23:20

    Maureen will meet someone better than this fellow, I hope!

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  3. Rosie23 February 2011 at 11:36

    Maureen wouldn't know Mr Right even if he was staring her in the face.

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  4. Juz23 February 2011 at 12:23

    Yeah, where's Maureen?
    ;)

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  5. ElizT23 February 2011 at 21:28

    Brilliant.

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  6. Christopher24 February 2011 at 17:32

    Sanyass and Glenmorangie. This is too powerful a concept for a Thursday evening. Stir Maureen into the mix and - well, I may have to retire.

    (Is Maureen...erm...spoken for?)

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  7. Rosie25 February 2011 at 10:29

    Christopher, That's the beauty about Maureen...she is as free as a lark burbling through the skies.
    And...erm...she's not real.

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