loosecranks
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Hi, Uncle Chico ... I have this recurring dream in which I'm being chased through a rundown fairground by the Cheeky Girls and a big pot of Imac hair removal cream. Now, I want them to catch me, but no matter how slowly I try to run, they keep falling farther and farther behind. Then, just as the last of their cheeky giggles are caught and whisked away by the breeze, I stumble and roll down a huge sand dune, finally coming to a halt face down in Ann Widdecombe's flaccid belly.*
What do you suppose it means?![Confused :confused: :confused:](/forum/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/confused3.gif)
Also, We're about to book next years holidays. We've both agreed on Cuba, so where (I think you mentioned Guardalavaca?) and when (We'll be wanting to avoid being decapitated by 90 mile an hour sheets of corrugated iron, etc)?
*I made this up, btw. The Cheeky Girls aren't in my dream, at all, just Mrs Widdecombe. And she catches me.![Frown :( :(](/forum/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/sad.gif)
What do you suppose it means?
![Confused :confused: :confused:](/forum/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/confused3.gif)
Also, We're about to book next years holidays. We've both agreed on Cuba, so where (I think you mentioned Guardalavaca?) and when (We'll be wanting to avoid being decapitated by 90 mile an hour sheets of corrugated iron, etc)?
*I made this up, btw. The Cheeky Girls aren't in my dream, at all, just Mrs Widdecombe. And she catches me.
![Frown :( :(](/forum/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/sad.gif)
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