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[url="http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/HOFNER-ORIGINAL-BASS-STRINGS-ROUNDWOUND-H1133B-/390324597378?pt=UK_Musical_Instruments_Guitars_CV&hash=item5ae128b282"]http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/HOFNER-ORIGINAL-BASS-STRINGS-ROUNDWOUND-H1133B-/390324597378?pt=UK_Musical_Instruments_Guitars_CV&hash=item5ae128b282[/url]

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"HOFNER ORIGINAL BASS STRINGS ROUNDWOUND"

[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]"HOFNER H1133B[/font][/size]
[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]HOFNER ORIGINAL BASS STRINGS[/font][/size]
[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]THESE ARE GERMAN MADE FOR HOFNER VIOLIN BASS AND CLUB BASS GUITARS[/font][/size]
[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]FLAT WOUND"[/font][/size]

[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Continuity fail.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]And £75 is extortionate, there's a shop near me that sells deal for something like £45 but £75?!?!?!?!?![/font][/size]

[size=4][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Liam[/font][/size]

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[quote name='discreet' timestamp='1340023376' post='1697718']
Thanks for that image. And on his birthday, too!
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So Sir Paul wakes up on the morning of his birthday, feeling great.

He goes into his corner shop for his Sun and ten Bennies.

-Morning Sir Paul! It's your birthday today isn't it?
-It is indeed, Raj!
-Many happy returns, chief. 50 is it?
-Haha, you silver-tongued devil. I'm seventy five today!

And next door to the butchers for his free range Quorn pork pie.

-Morning Sir Paul! Happy birthday!
-Why thank you Hillary! Guess how old?
-I'd say around, ooh, I dunno...forty seven?
-I wish! Seventy five actually!

He's feeling great, really youthful. So pops into Tesco Express for his Blue WKD.

-One forty nine.
-Here you are, one fifty. It's my birthday by the way. Can you guess my age?
-um. Fifty two?
-No cigar! I'm seventy five!
-Happy birthday sir.

Sitting down on a park bench, he sparks up a benny, opens the WKD and turns to Page 3. A wretched stinking bag lady, ancient ruined fur coat matted with monkey sp**k, sits beside him and gurns engagingly (if toothlessly).

-Morning Sir Paul. Guess your age?
-Ho ho, go right ahead my dear!
She grabs a hold of him, stuffs her hands down his trousers and rummages around his family jewels.
-Yer seventy five, mate.
-Good lord! How on earth can you tell?
-I was behind you in the queue for the butchers.


Boom! Boom! It's the way I tell 'em.

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