Showing posts with label Walk Like An Encryption. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 23, 2008

The Plot Thickens In Mike Hunt.

After being told tonight, that Milkey Mikey has also claimed that I can hold my boobs under my arms, hunch forward and do an almost perfect tortoise impersonation, I'm starting to wonder if 'friends' aren't ragging me a little. But if he is saying these things, when I catch up with him, he's going to spend the next week looking like he's walking barefoot on hot cobbles!

I will get to the bottom of this thing.
In the immortal words (almost) of that heron like French crooner, Celine Dion, Mike hunt will go on!