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I blame Lane!!


It's all Lane's fault. I just couldn't resist having a go!!
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Lane Mathias said…
Haaaa! I knew you'd succumb. Mwah ha ha:-)

Love the 'kniker cull!:-)
26 May 2009 at 07:48
Chris Stovell said…
Yes, I rather like the kniker cull too! Look what you've started, you naughty thing!
26 May 2009 at 07:52
Maggie Christie said…
Hilarious! Kniker cull? I've just got to have a go at this!
26 May 2009 at 08:47
Chris Stovell said…
Lane - look! I've remixed it and now they move!!

Mags - don't even go there!
26 May 2009 at 08:59
Lane Mathias said…
!!! Chris, I think you're channeling Spielberg. Genius! And we get to see your bikini :-)

Now step away from the site ... that's it... slowly .... you can do it:-)
26 May 2009 at 09:06
Westerwitch/Headmistress said…
Noooooo I will resist . . . I will, I will
26 May 2009 at 09:21
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Brilliant, loved it.
26 May 2009 at 09:29
Chris Stovell said…
Lane, that's an even better way to celebrate the end of the ECA than having a knicker cull! Brilliant, but highly addictive!

Rachel, thanks.. bet you're tempted!

WW - ah, go on, go on, go on!

Debs, no, don't encourage me!
26 May 2009 at 09:41
Maggie Christie said…
Too late! I've been and gone and done it. I love your improved version, by the way. What a brilliant site.
26 May 2009 at 11:42
Chris Stovell said…
And why does he mention Andy Murray at the end? 'Suddenly I don't feel hungry Andy Murray' - that's not what I wrote...
26 May 2009 at 12:07
arosebyanyothername said…
Hilarious! Are there any more?
26 May 2009 at 13:18
blackbird said…
What fun! I'm tempted,,,
26 May 2009 at 13:50
Chris Stovell said…
Rosie, I feel another coming on!

Blackbird, go for it!
26 May 2009 at 14:20
Cait O'Connor said…
Aren't these great?
26 May 2009 at 15:24
Flowerpot said…
I can see this is going to catch on in a big way!!
27 May 2009 at 01:06
Chris Stovell said…
Cait, FP - I fear that, like a big box of choccies, we will get sick of them soon!
27 May 2009 at 01:27
Reading Tea Leaves said…
They're just brilliant Chris. I love the fig leaf bra!
27 May 2009 at 08:28
Calico Kate said…
So that's de riguer (sp?!) for dinner chez Hotel H is it!
Brilliant Chris well done. I;m not going to even take a peek!
Ckx
27 May 2009 at 13:02
Chris Stovell said…
Kate, it's the result of too much kniker-culling... you end up with fig leaves its that or Primark pack, but the fig leaves last longer!
27 May 2009 at 14:19
Un Peu Loufoque said…
Love it love it love it! Is there a win a camel competition too!!
3 June 2009 at 05:28
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