It is Langley Fete on Sunday.
I dont know what to do now.
Im working in the Millstone in about an hour. That'll be different!
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After a weekend in Brighton where I saw the most wonderful looking Beagle, I decided that my dog Benson needed a friend....well, if you're walking one dog then you may as well walk two. Its been 6 months now and my Beagle Jeremy is driving me barmy.
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- WHEN WEEKENDS CONFUSE
- WHEN DATES CHANGE
- WHEN SKIVING RULES
- WHEN BEAGLES MEET
- WHEN PEOPLE RETURN
- WHEN BROTHERS GET THEIR SISTERS INTO GAMBLING
- WHEN PEOPLE BACK HORSES THE SAME NAME AS THEIR DOG
- WHEN PEOPLE GET PHONE EXCITED
- WHEN ALL THATS MISSING ARE HENNY PENNY,DRAKEY LAKE...
- WHEN WOMEN EAT MEN
- WHEN PEOPLE REFLECT
- WHEN DOGS HAVE SLEEPOVERS
- WHEN ......OH I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.
- WHEN NEIGHBOURS GRASS
- WHEN PEOPLE FACE FACTS
- WHEN MORK WAS CALLING ORSON, COME IN ORSON
- WHEN CORDON-BLEU IS MISSED
- WHEN PICTURES FINALLY ARE POSTED
- WHEN PIMM'S IS NOT SHARED
- IM A BEAGLE, GET ME OUT OF HERE
- WHEN PEOPLE ARE CHEESEY
- WHEN SHIT REALLY DOES STICK
- WHEN PIMM'S GETS PIMPED
- WHEN KIPLING POINTS OUT I BROUGHT IT ON MYSELF
- WHEN PEOPLE STILL CRY OVER THEIR DOGS
- WHEN VILLAGE FETES DISAPPOINT
- WHEN WINE TASTES LIKE HONEY
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