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Re: Dear Americans.
Quote:
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03-02-2012, 09:15 AM | #23 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
I was thinking more in the south. I don't know that they would work too well with our tractors!!
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03-02-2012, 09:24 AM | #24 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
Good post Agreed on all counts
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03-02-2012, 09:27 AM | #25 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
They work well enough with ours.
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03-02-2012, 09:34 AM | #26 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
To the citizens of Great Britain including Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II:
Dear Sir/Madam, That whole World War II thing. You're welcome. Sincerely, Uncle Sam PS: Go get your shinebox. |
03-02-2012, 12:06 PM | #30 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
Does this mean we can finally import CC's again?
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03-02-2012, 12:20 PM | #31 |
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03-02-2012, 12:26 PM | #33 |
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03-02-2012, 12:33 PM | #34 |
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03-02-2012, 01:15 PM | #35 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
Not the Queen's English; more like her scullery maid's English.
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03-02-2012, 01:49 PM | #36 |
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Re: Dear Americans.
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