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air conditioning

packed up

its bags

and ran away

with the

whole bloody circus, but

notwithstanding

nevertheless, Rudolf

Hi, CG! We're feeling a bit lonely up in Pictland now the 'kids' have gone. Our Yak giggled at your suggestion of a 'mating' of Yaks and said, 'Quatsch!' - which is German for Nonsense, squared. She's a fine soldier, but her heart isn't in her femininity, if you know what I mean. By now, Yorgi will be home - but probably not sober - Yak is home, she e-mailed us, Chun is off on leave to do indescribable things to unsuspecting women in Kent, Slither is, by now, in some bar in Aldershot and Seonaid ... well, she's the one 'M' & I envy, she's gone home to Ireland.

All of the above has forced us to act our age, so we are still hogging the fire, but sipping hot chocolate instead of mulled wine. 'M' says she e-mailed you - BTW, did you get your Christmas Card?

Love from Pictland

'M' & OOV

***&&&%%$£!

We're out of synch again!! Must be the hot chocolate ...
Sorry, Da Silva! [BTW, unless the C-men are worse than even I think they are, they see you a lot better than that! Elint isn't all it's enhanced to be, either ... Mark I eyeball, a curious mind & and
inquisitive, but careful toungue are still much more ...conclusive.

over his


...you can say what you want, just don't mention , not after today

zealous

[It was a dark and snowy nightmare which prompted much of the unspeakable things running through routinely spaced christmas trees in Siberia on alternating fridays every which way, and completely unbeknownst to Father Christmas and Rudolph, whose red nose, all spangled with thousand island dressing, throbbed into life boyishly, yet with a certain aplomb which no-one expected on a monday afternoon, especially given the heat in the sauna & massage parlour after the air conditioning packed up its bags and ran away with the whole bloody circus, but notwithstanding over his zealous...]

choice of


(that's not fair, I know where we're going now! )

shimmering

It was a dark and snowy night-mare which prompted much of the unspeakable things running through routinely spaced in Siberia on alternating Fridays every which way, and completely unbeknownst to and , whose red nose all spangled with thousand island dressing, throbbed into life boyishly yet with a certain aplomb which no one expected on a Monday afternoon especially given the heat in the sauna and massage parlour after the air conditioning packed up its bags and ran away with the whole bloody circus, but notwithstanding/nevertheless over his zealous choice of shimmering...

colour



Yes, thankyou OOV and M - I loved my card - I want an umbrella like that!

-coded

lingerie, which

clashed horrendously

with his lurid

hugely inflated

ego