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katie1997 Wrote:

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> Has 1948 gone yet woof? Have I chosen too many

> numbers already?

>

> What about 48?

>

> When is the draw?

>

> Will you publish a list of who has what?

>

> Can I ask any more lottery related questions?

>

> :)-D


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Pipe down K


Nidd rule still applies


Soon


Soon


Very Soon



Is that cryptic enough ?



W**F

There is a strange eerie silence surrounding the Woof lottery at the moment


Tumble weeds are blowing through the narrow streets of the forum


A lone rider can be seen far off in the distance


A man, with a patch over one eye peers down a spy glass and looks at the rider and can just make out that it is woof running off with the contents of the meat wagon


He lowers his spy glass , looks down and spits out some chewing tabaccie on to his shoe


?shoot? declares the man with the patch over one eye ?them there were my best boots?


he looks around at the deserted town and declares to himself ?Boys there?s gonna be a lynching if that there vermit Woof doesn?t hold the draw soon?


He turns and re-enters the kebab shop and vanishes into a secret room at the back?..

the man with the patch over his eye looks lazily at Lady Muck and rolls his syllables slowly as he eyes muck up and down


?Why there missy? he declares, ?I do hope you weren?t thinking of spitting your chewing tabaccie on my boots as well !?


leans back and takes another shot of ?Special Kebab sauce?

Ladymuck Wrote:

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> Why heeeeell no, you lazy goodfornothing sack of

> fleas...youz carry on like that and you iz gonna

> have another eye patch to match your first...

>

> you got that dogbreath?



"Well now missy Muck" drawls the man with the eye patch "that sure is fighting talk from where I am a standing"


Stands taller at bar, or as tall as a dog in a hat can, and decides that Missy Muck is his sort of wimmin

Your sort of wimmin? Dream ohn dawgbreath. I's haave standards to maintain and appearances to keep and no smart hat on no mangy sack of fleas aint gonna do nothing for they-em. Youz understand? Youz the kinda stuff I scrape off my crocs every day wowking dem East Dulwich streets...you hear me fleabag?


Yeah...life's a biiiitch, aint it...

What in the name of W**F is this doing on page 3? Tutt tutt!



Dear Admin: given the good causes involved here, any chance of making Woof's charity thread a sticky?


*fails to locate pathetic looking winky-smiley-thingamijig so adopts pathetic expression herself*

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