Revolver

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Your dog can talk?! You could be rich! There's your solution. Get your dog an agent, and buy your family a car for christmas.

I'm going to hazard a guess that he knew that.

Speak of the devil, lol! There's been a fair bit of talk about wondering what he's up to nowadays.

If you have lots of money, try the try-all forx(x?) I think the echo team forks are quite popular. Also, the echo SL ones are £74, which is quite a good price for some proper light forks. Reading that wasn't a pleasant experience, what with All The Capital Letters At The Beginning Of Every Word.

Difference is, having £140 to spend on forks means he gets to choose from all of them. The other thing being, if he goes for some echo ones, he'll likely have change.

I was out riding today. Strange, as I never ran into you.

So I read on wikipedia. Still, I don't see how it is one.

Some lass was trying to sell those in one of the shopping centres. It got put on my head. It's the single most weirdest thing that's been on my head.

Shush. I'm the jippiigolf world champion.

Werd. How the hell is it a sport?

D perhaps

Dollars, yes. It costs like £1100 for a complete deng bike.

Girl riders always seem to wear more protection than dudes. She rides quite well, better than me probably.

Ah, yours has indeed sheared off. You need to discard that bit, but the rest of the bolt is stuck in the thingy. See if you can figure out a way to get it out.

The word you're looking for is pussy, not cat.

I heard somewhere, to stop your car scratching surfaces, you can cover them in honey or something. Cats don't like the sticky feeling. Course, painting your sofa in honey isn't a great idea. Maybe put some sticky back plastic on it first and the honey on that.

Wish I had a f**king burrito, I'm starving. Need a drink too.

Never too old. I feel not 19. I'm not.

Made a banner for a website. Lol. Turned out alright for a couple of minutes. God damn it, I could've asked for money, but I'm just too kind.

Not really got many stories. =/ When I was a wee un, we used to live next to this dude with these three proper old, roundy cars, and he used to have all these old bike tyres in his garden, that were cut into just lines, like snakes. Course when you're a kid, you see summat like that (a HUUUGE pile of them) and you just can't help but nick off with em. Anyway, me and my brother used to sometimes jump the fence and nick em. Once though, I went upto the house and in the back window there was this message in which the owner of the house accused a bloke named Trevor of doing 'it', and that he knew it was him, and that he would kill him. I had a sneaking suspicion that 'it' was people going in his back garden, so the guy musta thought this Trevor was nicking shit. We didn't do it again =/

If it's appendicitis, that's nothing to worry about*. Just watch out for those pesky, lethal pendecitids. *Except the dying element.

Oh dear. That's really not good news. The fact that there's even a remote chance you have pendesitids in your body is a dire sign. I really hope the good doctors at the NHS can do something about it, and soon.

No, I'm not Revolver.