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KA5EY wrote: Just thought I'd drop by and say " hey, check out what's downstairs."!!!

All I found were dirty man panties, was there supposed to be something else?

Just had a great game with Ghost. Sad to have to leave but work (i.e. Sleep) beckons. Will sleep happy-thanks Ghost!

Sos raz in huh huh huh.....

I'm guessing so. Just need flying Muck to make it official.

Hi all, not sure if I'm in, out, or round the corner, but just had a good game with GHOSTRIDER, well done sir on them last 2 hangers, you said you were going to finish it, and you did, nice one.

That was a good game MOMS O PLENTY.

I think I can speak for the SC when I say, comsider yourself a MOM Raz. Full member entitled and subject to any and all benefits, honors, abuse, complaints, and sour grapes included here to forthwith henceforth et cetera. Pass the cake!

Now to get you tagged up, it may be a little tricky, but we will get it done

Consider yourself a certified, official, deputy M.O.M, Raz! You have a license to kill! Submit a request to join in game and we'll get you square. Anyone know how to do banners?

Oh dear, I'm so sorry, but things are not getting any better in the Biggs household.

A few days ago, fresh from the shower, my wife stood in front of the mirror complaining that her breasts were too small. Instead of characteristically telling her it was not so, I decided to give her some advice on breast enhancement. Let's face it, honesty is always the best policy in the end.

"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."

Willing to try anything, and trusting my judgement, she fetched a piece of toilet paper and stood in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts.

"How long will this take?" she asked.

"They will grow larger over a period of years," I replied.

She stopped and looked at me quizzically.

"Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts for a few seconds every day will make them larger over the years?" she asked.

Without missing a beat I replied, "Worked for your ass, didn't it?"

I would like you all to know that I am still alive, and with some luck and a great deal of therapy I may even walk again. My surgeon thinks I will have to continue to take my meals through a straw for a few weeks.

Stupid, stupid man. What a Grade A asshole I am.

Me, mybwife, and my daughters had a good laugh there. Welcome back, Biggs!

Flew today with MORAF Wurzel, an ex MOM who might be interested in returning. He was skilful, talkative and a real gentleman. I asked him to drop by. Not sure of his old squad name, but then again I'm not sure about much at all since my gender reassignment operation. The worst part was losing the ability to drive.

I might trade the ability to drive for the ability to never be wrong. I am rather find of the twig and berries though...

Wurzel is a good player. I enjoy games with him.

You're absolutely right. In Australia the opinion enlargement procedure is an optional extra. I opted out because the operation is quite painful, especially the part where they wire open your mouth. I did, however, agree to the 'neverlose' implant - a small chip in your brain that alerts you to other people's logic and sends you into an increasingly loud circular argument, causing others to eventually just roll their eyes and give up. I've tried it on the Blacklist thread and it works pretty well.

.as it nears Christmas,I thought it time to make these available in case we have offended anyone in 2015!!

I would like to fill out a butt hurt form please. I was present while an insensitive a-hole rubbed in the fact that he was calling it an early day and going to the beach while I only had scooping cat poop to look forward too.

Hiya [M].O.[M]. .

Just stopped by to thank Giz for the awesome game earlier. Its always great when there is no fowl play and you can just have fun without having to worry about cheats. Its what i expect and look forward too everytime i see Giz. Ty bro.

Here was the end result of that game

Request sent in squad chat.

Ronny, congrats on your first case.

Muck is M.I.A., but we'll get you square, Raz!

You could do with tagging powers Tx.

We are working on it. I've been chatting with Ghost. We be sending some PMs to get folks up to speed soon.

Good-we won't get far piddling into the wind!

Ha now we find out!

Bad Rudolf!!

Sorry I can't post em big.

This is why I love cats!

More trouble in the Biggs house.

An uneventful weekend culminated in Christmas drinks next door. Nice family and good neighbours. They asked my wife a couple of weeks ago if we would like to drop by for a few glasses of Christmas cheer this Sunday. She accepted and promptly forgot. I realised something was up as others were turning up next door laden with food, drink and gifts, which was about the time my wife remembered.

After a panic dash to the liquor store, a shower and a shave (me that is, not the wife), we casually wandered over and joined the party. I mingled and chatted, and gratefully accepted a big glass of red wine....then another....then a few more. As with all of you, I'm sure, the more I drink the more clever and better looking I get. Before long I was the life and sole of the party, flirting with the MILFs and making their husbands envious of my smooth charm and big hands. Unfortunately there was a chink in my usually flawless armour. I had been for a long run that afternoon and was hungry and dehydrated, so after a while fun guy Biggs turned to loud mouthed slob. By the time we got home for supper I was pretty darned drunk.

It was then that I had a very entertaining conversation with my teenage sons, who can be terribly cruel to me when my guard is down. Being smashed and of diminished responsibility, and devastated at the originality of Michael Kane's in-game name, I wanted to change mine for Christmas. We discussed a few amusing options including bath house clap, a pimp's love and club foot hooker. We also short listed yeasty egg nogg, shakey parkinson and kosher yule log. All quite funny and some of them with the added bonus of being likely to offend a few Dogfight elders.

Anyway, foolishly I left it to my sons to decide my in-game name.....and so they did. I am now flying as an unfit father, because that's what I am. Thankless back stabbing bastards - after all the smack I gave to their respective mothers. True to my word, I will keep it for a while. Say hello if you see me.

I saw that on the roster and knew it had to be you!!!