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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

*breathes*

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

*thud*

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have you been shagging in your lunch break?

I bet she has, the little hussy. ;)

I hope she lets us know details if she has LOL.

* is totally on tenterhooks now *

Ooooh maybe certain people changed their minds about selling certain cars to her?

Or maybe she's just singing the alphabet. so shortly, there'll be a post that's just:

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb?

Or maybe not.

YAY Jarvis! [/iconlove]

You realise she's doing this on purpose, don't you?

I hope she hurries up and reveals all soon, I have to get ready for work in a bit...

*Starts playing "The Stripper" music*

You did say, "reveals all"...

Beh, if I'd have known you were revealing all about TAX I wouldn't have bothered. I thought it was a happy "aaaaaaaaaa" not an "argh"

Nah. I nake *much* more interesting noises when I'm *that* happy ;)

* Eyebrow wiggle *

Oh really?

GAH!

* be's sucked in to the Grand Canyon of cleavages *

Help! Somebody, help!

I'm still surprised I survived taking that one. :o)

It's called a telephoto lens :p Just remember the inverse square law andn stay out of my accretion disk, and you'll be fine...

Actually, it was a 50mm prime lens and I was about 20cm away. ;o)

Yeah, I managed to pull back just in time when I felt the pulling forces...

Still, I could imagine worse ways to die. ;o)

*Listens to distant echo*

*Throws down ropes & harnesses*

*Hopes they cme back without any interesting stains*

* jumps, trying to reach the end of the rope dangling tantalisingly above her head *

Get that burberry-wearing chav off my friends page!

I love you and will bear all of your evil hamster children!

*Grins*

Nope. Sorry, Jarvis stays. And is NOT a chav!

He's wearing Burberry. That says it all.

followed shortly by
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCc?
How would one pronounce that?
N.

I'm looking forward to FFFFFFFFFFFFFF, which is a very Hannibal Lecter noise.

Well, "EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee" would be the noise of getting offered THAT 911 again, so it'll be a while before I get to that :(

Oh, if only. I *would* let you know details, but I'm not sure I can even remember what to do :(

In my dreams...

I wouldn't have stopped for breath if that was the case ;)

*empties bottle of smelling salts over PC's head*

Wassup, dude? O.o

Sodding spreadsheets and sodding bloody clients and sodding bloody infuriating tax provisions, thasswhat.

And no nice dreams about James (martin) or James (May), either :( Poo.

*grabs PC by the shoulders*

Your clients need reminding that you're qualified not so much to blow them up as so much to specify where all the little pieces are going to land PRECISELY when you DO blow them up. That should make them nicer. The rest you can blame on Bill Gates and the Normans.

Try eating a toasted cheese n' pickled onion sandwich with half a bar of Toblerone before bed tonight if ye wishes to conjure the Parentheses Boys. ¬.¬ For that kind of druidic offering I got a return of snogging, showers and lime-related pr0n. *nods*

Tell me, tell me, tell me NOW!

Tax.

Three little letters that sum up SO MUCH HELL.

*pokes* Helloooooo....?

Finish the quote: Two things are certain - Death and xxxxx.

Death would be preferable right now. Actually, wheel in someone handy (or Will Ferrell) and I'll have both.

Texas?

(sorry things are pooey)

O.o

Now i *need* my goth line-dancing outfit ;)

I think i already have one ;)

With fringes & rhinestones?

Come to my place sometime, and you'll see the full horror of my wardrobes ;)

You have to come along to Germany at one point and watch the Incredible Line Dancing Goths™ (ignore Robin who's going out of line).

Ah?

Aaaaaaaargh.

What's up?

grumblegrumbleworkgrumble.

Nothing new, unless you count a client I haven't worked on before and instructions that make NO SENSE.

Not even a Sainsbury's Rocky Road chocolate dessert and 2 Sainsbury's Taste The Difference Triple Chocolate Cookies have helped (though they've made me all jiggly).

Even more jiggly than before? Impressive.

Remind me that the next time I'm at yours I make a bowl of my wonderful choc mousse. Then again, that might send you off the jiggle scale. ;oP

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......jiggly!

Totally OT and rather grovelly, do you remember ages ago you mentioned that EY pay for you to do some charideee volunteering? Penny is in a real confusion snit about filling in our first Tax stuff and could really do with someone to explain the whys and wherefores to her. She's been on the phone to the Tax office who have just said "that's the way it is" which is neither helpful nor nice.

I know you would much rather come and operate on animals, but would a day at Keighley explaining stuff be possible? I completely and utterly understand if you don't want to, or can't or whatever.
Obviously accomodation chez NannyO would be provided plus nice meal and stuff.
N.

I can definitely ask, though it'll be February at the earliest.

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