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arty they remind me of a song.........[video=youtube;yHIhsq9qHPk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHIhsq9qHPk[/video]
 
:face:well....someone stole my denture's one night????????no money was left.

Who would pay for used dentures :grin:

Mossy does it grow these
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you can make food art with them Lol

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Well I shall be enjoying my Sunday afternoon with some Cornish ale some Stone Dragon and the F1 at my favourite track Monza....I love the track so much I named one of my dogs after it lol.

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I've just got home from work and will be sharing my Sunday afternoon with the outlaws :-(
 
well....someone stole my denture's one night????????no money was left.

Aw noooo....."Noo..you Joking..?"...not the New set you just got from the crematorium....?...Damn....



You didn't fall asleep in the Smoking Hut did you...?..coz Gary has been awful smiley lately..
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and secretive...maybe it was the Tooth Fairies Goat....:yoinks:

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sniper...that Dragon fruit s-pulp-ture is Excellent.....:kusht:
 
[video=youtube;b8tWXHgzvoc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8tWXHgzvoc[/video] ya.........I was up all night chanting:grin:
 
I wish they grew around hear if they taste half as good as the vitamin water drink your in for a treat
 
Now talking of Cornwall and the super natural It reminded me that there supposed to be Cornish Piskies and i found this story. After reading it I realise there may be a grain of truth in it and so so iread between the lines these appear in brackets

The Cornish Story of the boy who met the Piskies.

Of course, there are numerous tales about Cornish piskies, the local fairy folk. One is the tale of a little boy from St Allen, near Truro, who wandered into a dell close at home to pick some wild flowers (guerrilla grow). When his mother went to look for him, he could not be found (He was at his grow site). After three days of searching by the villagers, the child was found fast asleep (totally mashed) in the very spot where his mother had last seen him.

The child did not know that any time had passed ( that was some good shizzle). He said he had heard a bird (lady) singing, while he was picking flowers (his crop), and had followed the sound of the lovely song into the woods. Suddenly it was night (time flys when your having fun) and there were lots of stars, but they weren’t really stars – they were piskies (now he was really tripping balls). They led him into a cave sparkling with jewels (awesome visuals) and gave him honey (oil) to eat before singing him to sleep (couch locked). When he awoke, he was back in the dell.
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