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 I am on a roll. happy

 


Meet "Big Bearded Buck" ,
Bearded Buck a single man, living in a ranch house that felt a little too quiet, and owning a collection of boots that hadn't seen a dance floor since the Clinton administration.
Buck had a problem, a head so large he had to custom-order his Resistol hats.
Every Friday night, Buck would pull up to The Broken Spoke, sit at the corner of the bar, and nurse a Shiner Bock. He’d watch the couples whirl past in a blur of denim and turquoise, his left boot tapping perfectly to the fiddle solo, but his heart stuck in neutral. He was a Texas-sized cliché: a lonely cowboy with no one to lead.
One humid July night, the band kicked into a high-tempo cover of "Brooks & Dunn." The floor was packed. That’s when he saw her—or rather, he saw her hat. It was a vintage, silver-belly felt, tilted at an angle that suggested its owner didn't take any nonsense.
She was standing by the jukebox, looking just as out of place as he felt. Her name was Jolene, a kindergarten teacher from Lubbock who had just moved to town. When the song shifted into a slow, mournful ballad, Buck felt a sudden, uncharacteristic surge of "it’s now or never."
He marched over, his oversized shadow falling across her. "Ma'am," he rumbled, his voice like gravel in a blender. "I’ve got a big head, a bad back, and a divorce decree, but I know every lyric to this song, and I’d be honoured if you’d let me trip over your toes for three minutes."
Jolene looked up, grinned a wide, gap-toothed smile, and adjusted her hat. "Well, Buck," she said, "I’ve been waiting an hour for a man brave enough to admit he’s a mess. Just don't drop me during the turn."
They didn't win any trophies that night. Buck stepped on her fringe twice, and Jolene nearly took out a cocktail waitress. But as the steel guitar wailed, Big Bearded Buck realised the house didn't feel so quiet anymore. He’d finally found someone who didn't mind the size of his hat, as long as his heart could keep the beat.






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It's good fun, just put a couple of pointers in, and AI does the rest.


Magica...London-born, loves family, has a good sense of humour, can be a bit dizzy at times =



Magica stood on the corner of Oxford Circus, looking remarkably polished in her vintage trench coat, despite having just tried to unlock her front door with a twig she’d picked up in the park. Being London-born, she navigated the city's chaos with a native's shrug, even if she did occasionally forget which line of the Tube she was currently standing on.
"Right," she muttered, "sausages or sausages for tea...or both?? Definitely both."
Family was Magica’s North Star. Her phone buzzed with a message from her brother: “Did you remember the cake, or are we eating candles for dinner?”
She grinned, her sharp sense of humour kicking in. She texted back: “I’ve bought a very artisanal, invisible cake. It’s the latest Shoreditch trend. Very low calorie.”
As she stepped onto the escalator, she realized she was wearing two different shoes—one sleek Chelsea boot and one very fuzzy slipper. She let out a bright, self-deprecating laugh that made a grumpy commuter crack a smile. This will make a good story for the forum, she thought, and at least the slipper is comfortable.








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Syl wrote:

It's good fun, just put a couple of pointers in, and AI does the rest.


Magica...London-born, loves family, has a good sense of humour, can be a bit dizzy at times =



Magica stood on the corner of Oxford Circus, looking remarkably polished in her vintage trench coat, despite having just tried to unlock her front door with a twig she’d picked up in the park. Being London-born, she navigated the city's chaos with a native's shrug, even if she did occasionally forget which line of the Tube she was currently standing on.
"Right," she muttered, "sausages or sausages for tea...or both?? Definitely both."
Family was Magica’s North Star. Her phone buzzed with a message from her brother: “Did you remember the cake, or are we eating candles for dinner?”
She grinned, her sharp sense of humour kicking in. She texted back: “I’ve bought a very artisanal, invisible cake. It’s the latest Shoreditch trend. Very low calorie.”
As she stepped onto the escalator, she realized she was wearing two different shoes—one sleek Chelsea boot and one very fuzzy slipper. She let out a bright, self-deprecating laugh that made a grumpy commuter crack a smile. This will make a good story for the forum, she thought, and at least the slipper is comfortable.







 That's me.  I went to work in 2 different shoes lollollol



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Maddog wrote:
Syl wrote:

 I am on a roll. happy

 


Meet "Big Bearded Buck" ,
Bearded Buck a single man, living in a ranch house that felt a little too quiet, and owning a collection of boots that hadn't seen a dance floor since the Clinton administration.
Buck had a problem, a head so large he had to custom-order his Resistol hats.
Every Friday night, Buck would pull up to The Broken Spoke, sit at the corner of the bar, and nurse a Shiner Bock. He’d watch the couples whirl past in a blur of denim and turquoise, his left boot tapping perfectly to the fiddle solo, but his heart stuck in neutral. He was a Texas-sized cliché: a lonely cowboy with no one to lead.
One humid July night, the band kicked into a high-tempo cover of "Brooks & Dunn." The floor was packed. That’s when he saw her—or rather, he saw her hat. It was a vintage, silver-belly felt, tilted at an angle that suggested its owner didn't take any nonsense.
She was standing by the jukebox, looking just as out of place as he felt. Her name was Jolene, a kindergarten teacher from Lubbock who had just moved to town. When the song shifted into a slow, mournful ballad, Buck felt a sudden, uncharacteristic surge of "it’s now or never."
He marched over, his oversized shadow falling across her. "Ma'am," he rumbled, his voice like gravel in a blender. "I’ve got a big head, a bad back, and a divorce decree, but I know every lyric to this song, and I’d be honoured if you’d let me trip over your toes for three minutes."
Jolene looked up, grinned a wide, gap-toothed smile, and adjusted her hat. "Well, Buck," she said, "I’ve been waiting an hour for a man brave enough to admit he’s a mess. Just don't drop me during the turn."
They didn't win any trophies that night. Buck stepped on her fringe twice, and Jolene nearly took out a cocktail waitress. But as the steel guitar wailed, Big Bearded Buck realised the house didn't feel so quiet anymore. He’d finally found someone who didn't mind the size of his hat, as long as his heart could keep the beat.






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 I do like the vivid descriptions.  

 

 But AI should know that no woman is wearing a felt on a humid night in July.

 

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I did a Syl too...

Syl, a slim elegant canoer with bad knees due to years of scrubbing lino and excessive planting of petunias, is a moderator on Chaotic Musings who, though presenting with a ladylike but firm hand, has been known to type 'fuck' or 'bugger' when the mood takes her.  However, she emphatically states that she never uses the word 'cunt'.

Renowned for fairness in her moderation, she does have a weakness for needing to have the last word, which can result in reams of unnecessary posts.  She is married to Omar Sharif and enjoys days out with her husband and canoe, also known as a kayak if you live in Cheshire.

Syl's penchant for floral dresses has caused rumors of her 'wearing curtains'.  This is unsubstantiated and totally at odds with her style as she mostly shops at Peacocks.

 Syl is a beloved moderator who is always fair and doesn't suffer fools.   She is known secretly among Chaotic Musing members as 'Our Hyacinth'

 

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AI is amazing...I put a tiny bit of info in about Digger....and I do believe it has captured her essence.lol

 

 

Digger sat at her mahogany desk, her fingers—calloused from years of restoring antique clocks and steady from a decade on the Cairo stage—delicately pinning a fragment of 14th-century parchment.
She took a long drag of a hand-rolled cigarette, the smoke curling around her silver hair. Her latest manuscript, a brutal deconstruction of Ottoman trade routes, sat finished beside her. The doorbell rang, a sharp, insistent sound that made her jaw tighten.
"If that’s the bloody delivery driver again," she muttered, her voice a low, gravelly rasp, "I’m going to shove that parcel so far up his arse he’ll be coughing cardboard for a month."
She stood up, her movements still possessing that fluid, predatory grace of a dancer. She didn't walk; she rippled. On her way to the door, she caught her reflection in a tarnished mirror. She adjusted the heavy amber beads at her throat—a gift from a lover she’d outlasted and outwitted.
Opening the door, she found a young, trembling intern from the university holding a galley proof.
"Mrs. Digger? I’m here for the corrections on the—"
"It’s just Digger, you little shit," she interrupted, a sharp but not unkind glint in her eye. She snatched the papers with hands that could build a timepiece or command an audience. "And tell your editor that if he tries to footnote my chapter on the Janissaries again, I’ll come down there and personally rearrange his skeletal structure. Now, do you want tea, or are you going to stand there looking like a confused pigeon?"
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We can't leave Vam out

 

Vam, short for "Vamoose"  a term (derived from Spanish vamos, "let's go") meaning to depart suddenly. It is commonly used as an informal verb, such as 'Flounce', a common occurence on many chat forums.  Vam is a hardened forumer of long standing, most famous for her time on Sleeping Dogs where she was known to suddenly 'blow' screaming rhetoric and accusing admin of nefarious derring do.  Much reviled for her volcanic nature, Vam is mostly misunderstood and merely reflects the behaviour of those around her for she is highly protective of those she loves.   To quote from the movie, Goodfellas,  "You beat Vam with fists, she comes back with a bat. You beat her with a knife, she comes back with a gun.  And if you beat her with a gun, you better kill her, because she'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.”  Heroic to the core, Vam is a  renowned horsewoman, and can be often be  heard  yelling, "Olé" as she takes a jump on her trusty steed, Dobbin.

Vam has a pathological hatred for anything orange.   This stems from a terrible incident in her childhood involving a can of Tango and a Toupée.  Notwithstanding, Vam is a valued member of Chaotic Musings where her fiery spirit ensures everyone is kept on their toes, especially the men.

 

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We can't leave Vam out

 

Vam, short for "Vamoose"  a term (derived from Spanish vamos, "let's go") meaning to depart suddenly. It is commonly used as an informal verb, such as 'Flounce', a common occurence on many chat forums.  Vam is a hardened forumer of long standing, most famous for her time on Sleeping Dogs where she was known to suddenly 'blow' screaming rhetoric and accusing admin of nefarious derring do.  Much reviled for her volcanic nature, Vam is mostly misunderstood and merely reflects the behaviour of those around her for she is highly protective of those she loves.   To quote from the movie, Goodfellas,  "You beat Vam with fists, she comes back with a bat. You beat her with a knife, she comes back with a gun.  And if you beat her with a gun, you better kill her, because she'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.”  Heroic to the core, Vam is a  renowned horsewoman, and can be often be  heard  yelling, "Olé" as she takes a jump on her trusty steed, Dobbin.

Vam has a pathological hatred for anything orange.   This stems from a terrible incident in her childhood involving a can of Tango and a Toupée.  Notwithstanding, Vam is a valued member of Chaotic Musings where her fiery spirit ensures everyone is kept on their toes, especially the men.

 

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 So you basically asked AI to describe the typical Italian woman?😉



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Maddog, aka, Madders to his friends, is a Texan with  a penchant for healthy eating, lifting weights and pontificating to those he considers falling short of his fitness standards.   Built like the proverbial 'brick shithouse' Maddog is 110 percent male perfection, a testosterone fueled love machine but with the heart of a family man and father.  His legendary singing skills have wooed many a lass with such gems as,  "If My Nose Were Full Of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You" and  "You Stuck My Heart In a Old Tin Can and Shot It Off a Log".   He's been known clear the floor at karaoke bars with renditions of Star Spangled Banner and "I love you now the VD scare is over"  sung gloriously off key.

Maddog can often be seen striding down his local high street clad in stetson and spurs, Levi's and plaid shirt with his wee chihuahua, Booboo, on a diamante lead.  His presence on the forum Chaotic Musings adds a stolid element of common sense and calmness and he's never one to shrink from a challenge.  His infamous, Maddog's health, fitness and longevity thread on the forum is chock full of tips and tricks to get that washboard stomach or melt your own bingo wings.  His enthusiasm on the subject has often offended some female members due to a categorical belief that even old bags can get fit.

 

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Maddog wrote:
Digger wrote:

We can't leave Vam out

 

Vam, short for "Vamoose"  a term (derived from Spanish vamos, "let's go") meaning to depart suddenly. It is commonly used as an informal verb, such as 'Flounce', a common occurence on many chat forums.  Vam is a hardened forumer of long standing, most famous for her time on Sleeping Dogs where she was known to suddenly 'blow' screaming rhetoric and accusing admin of nefarious derring do.  Much reviled for her volcanic nature, Vam is mostly misunderstood and merely reflects the behaviour of those around her for she is highly protective of those she loves.   To quote from the movie, Goodfellas,  "You beat Vam with fists, she comes back with a bat. You beat her with a knife, she comes back with a gun.  And if you beat her with a gun, you better kill her, because she'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.”  Heroic to the core, Vam is a  renowned horsewoman, and can be often be  heard  yelling, "Olé" as she takes a jump on her trusty steed, Dobbin.

Vam has a pathological hatred for anything orange.   This stems from a terrible incident in her childhood involving a can of Tango and a Toupée.  Notwithstanding, Vam is a valued member of Chaotic Musings where her fiery spirit ensures everyone is kept on their toes, especially the men.

 

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 So you basically asked AI to describe the typical Italian woman?😉


 I don't know any Italian women so can't say



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Magica wrote:
Syl wrote:

It's good fun, just put a couple of pointers in, and AI does the rest.


Magica...London-born, loves family, has a good sense of humour, can be a bit dizzy at times =



Magica stood on the corner of Oxford Circus, looking remarkably polished in her vintage trench coat, despite having just tried to unlock her front door with a twig she’d picked up in the park. Being London-born, she navigated the city's chaos with a native's shrug, even if she did occasionally forget which line of the Tube she was currently standing on.
"Right," she muttered, "sausages or sausages for tea...or both?? Definitely both."
Family was Magica’s North Star. Her phone buzzed with a message from her brother: “Did you remember the cake, or are we eating candles for dinner?”
She grinned, her sharp sense of humour kicking in. She texted back: “I’ve bought a very artisanal, invisible cake. It’s the latest Shoreditch trend. Very low calorie.”
As she stepped onto the escalator, she realized she was wearing two different shoes—one sleek Chelsea boot and one very fuzzy slipper. She let out a bright, self-deprecating laugh that made a grumpy commuter crack a smile. This will make a good story for the forum, she thought, and at least the slipper is comfortable.







 That's me.  I went to work in 2 different shoes lollollol


 Oh, you never!  lollollollol



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Maddog, aka, Madders to his friends, is a Texan with  a penchant for healthy eating, lifting weights and pontificating to those he considers falling short of his fitness standards.   Built like the proverbial 'brick shithouse' Maddog is 110 percent male perfection, a testosterone fueled love machine but with the heart of a family man and father.  His legendary singing skills have wooed many a lass with such gems as,  "If My Nose Were Full Of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You" and  "You Stuck My Heart In a Old Tin Can and Shot It Off a Log".   He's been known clear the floor at karaoke bars with renditions of Star Spangled Banner and "I love you now the VD scare is over"  sung gloriously off key.

Maddog can often be seen striding down his local high street clad in stetson and spurs, Levi's and plaid shirt with his wee chihuahua, Booboo, on a diamante lead.  His presence on the forum Chaotic Musings adds a stolid element of common sense and calmness and he's never one to shrink from a challenge.  His infamous, Maddog's health, fitness and longevity thread on the forum is chock full of tips and tricks to get that washboard stomach or melt your own bingo wings.  His enthusiasm on the subject has often offended some female members due to a categorical belief that even old bags can get fit.

 

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 I dont believe AI had a hand it that, they sound like all your words.lol



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I did a Syl too...

Syl, a slim elegant canoer with bad knees due to years of scrubbing lino and excessive planting of petunias, is a moderator on Chaotic Musings who, though presenting with a ladylike but firm hand, has been known to type 'fuck' or 'bugger' when the mood takes her.  However, she emphatically states that she never uses the word 'cunt'.

Renowned for fairness in her moderation, she does have a weakness for needing to have the last word, which can result in reams of unnecessary posts.  She is married to Omar Sharif and enjoys days out with her husband and canoe, also known as a kayak if you live in Cheshire.

Syl's penchant for floral dresses has caused rumors of her 'wearing curtains'.  This is unsubstantiated and totally at odds with her style as she mostly shops at Peacocks.

 Syl is a beloved moderator who is always fair and doesn't suffer fools.   She is known secretly among Chaotic Musing members as 'Our Hyacinth'

 

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 I have never set foot in Peacocks.ragga

 

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I put in .......Magica...London-born, loves family, has a good sense of humour, can be a bit dizzy at times = ex-member of Fresh Horizon, current member of Chaotic Musings forums.  Spiritual and sees the best in everyone.

 

Magica lives up to her name, a veritable fairy and angel who sees the funny side in most situations.   Never one to take offence, she breezes through life with a happy smile and odd shoes and can be seen skipping around her garden waving a wand and snipping the heads off pansies.  She's a regular sight in her neighborhood weaving light and magic to those around her and carrying little bags of hemlock in her four wheeled shopping trolley.

Magica was once a member of Fresh Horizons, a popular chat forum run by a character called "Micky, I'm starting work on Monday", but sometimes got bulled by the hateful Dean who is a suspected troll and lurker on Chaotic Musings.

As a valued member of Chaotic Musings Magica is often misunderstood for being dippy.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Behind that thick facade  lies  a ferocious intelligence and woe betide those who underestimate her.  Magica has been known to turn those she dislikes into toads.

 

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Syl wrote:
Digger wrote:

I did a Syl too...

Syl, a slim elegant canoer with bad knees due to years of scrubbing lino and excessive planting of petunias, is a moderator on Chaotic Musings who, though presenting with a ladylike but firm hand, has been known to type 'fuck' or 'bugger' when the mood takes her.  However, she emphatically states that she never uses the word 'cunt'.

Renowned for fairness in her moderation, she does have a weakness for needing to have the last word, which can result in reams of unnecessary posts.  She is married to Omar Sharif and enjoys days out with her husband and canoe, also known as a kayak if you live in Cheshire.

Syl's penchant for floral dresses has caused rumors of her 'wearing curtains'.  This is unsubstantiated and totally at odds with her style as she mostly shops at Peacocks.

 Syl is a beloved moderator who is always fair and doesn't suffer fools.   She is known secretly among Chaotic Musing members as 'Our Hyacinth'

 

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 I have never set foot in Peacocks.ragga

 

keeping up appearances GIF


 lollollollollollollollol



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Maddog, aka, Madders to his friends, is a Texan with  a penchant for healthy eating, lifting weights and pontificating to those he considers falling short of his fitness standards.   Built like the proverbial 'brick shithouse' Maddog is 110 percent male perfection, a testosterone fueled love machine but with the heart of a family man and father.  His legendary singing skills have wooed many a lass with such gems as,  "If My Nose Were Full Of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You" and  "You Stuck My Heart In a Old Tin Can and Shot It Off a Log".   He's been known clear the floor at karaoke bars with renditions of Star Spangled Banner and "I love you now the VD scare is over"  sung gloriously off key.

Maddog can often be seen striding down his local high street clad in stetson and spurs, Levi's and plaid shirt with his wee chihuahua, Booboo, on a diamante lead.  His presence on the forum Chaotic Musings adds a stolid element of common sense and calmness and he's never one to shrink from a challenge.  His infamous, Maddog's health, fitness and longevity thread on the forum is chock full of tips and tricks to get that washboard stomach or melt your own bingo wings.  His enthusiasm on the subject has often offended some female members due to a categorical belief that even old bags can get fit.

 

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 I dont believe AI had a hand it that, they sound like all your words.lol


 AI got nothing on me lollol



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I put in .......Magica...London-born, loves family, has a good sense of humour, can be a bit dizzy at times = ex-member of Fresh Horizon, current member of Chaotic Musings forums.  Spiritual and sees the best in everyone.

 

Magica lives up to her name, a veritable fairy and angel who sees the funny side in most situations.   Never one to take offence, she breezes through life with a happy smile and odd shoes and can be seen skipping around her garden waving a wand and snipping the heads off pansies.  She's a regular sight in her neighborhood weaving light and magic to those around her and carrying little bags of hemlock in her four wheeled shopping trolley.

Magica was once a member of Fresh Horizons, a popular chat forum run by a character called "Micky, I'm starting work on Monday", but sometimes got bulled by the hateful Dean who is a suspected troll and lurker on Chaotic Musings.

As a valued member of Chaotic Musings Magica is often misunderstood for being dippy.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Behind that thick facade  lies  a ferocious intelligence and woe betide those who underestimate her.  Magica has been known to turn those she dislikes into toads.

 

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 lol me waving a wand lol, hemlock right ha. 

 Dean thought he could bully me, he came unstuck, the toad lol



-- Edited by Magica on Tuesday 14th of April 2026 04:47:22 PM

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Magica wrote:
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I put in .......Magica...London-born, loves family, has a good sense of humour, can be a bit dizzy at times = ex-member of Fresh Horizon, current member of Chaotic Musings forums.  Spiritual and sees the best in everyone.

 

Magica lives up to her name, a veritable fairy and angel who sees the funny side in most situations.   Never one to take offence, she breezes through life with a happy smile and odd shoes and can be seen skipping around her garden waving a wand and snipping the heads off pansies.  She's a regular sight in her neighborhood weaving light and magic to those around her and carrying little bags of hemlock in her four wheeled shopping trolley.

Magica was once a member of Fresh Horizons, a popular chat forum run by a character called "Micky, I'm starting work on Monday", but sometimes got bulled by the hateful Dean who is a suspected troll and lurker on Chaotic Musings.

As a valued member of Chaotic Musings Magica is often misunderstood for being dippy.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Behind that thick facade  lies  a ferocious intelligence and woe betide those who underestimate her.  Magica has been known to turn those she dislikes into toads.

 

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 lol me waving a wand lol, hemlock right ha. 

 Dean thought he could bully me, he came unstuck, the toad lol



-- Edited by Magica on Tuesday 14th of April 2026 04:47:22 PM


 I remember that Mags, I bet he is still 'croaking' about it somewhere in the midlands.lol



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Maddog, aka, Madders to his friends, is a Texan with  a penchant for healthy eating, lifting weights and pontificating to those he considers falling short of his fitness standards.   Built like the proverbial 'brick shithouse' Maddog is 110 percent male perfection, a testosterone fueled love machine but with the heart of a family man and father.  His legendary singing skills have wooed many a lass with such gems as,  "If My Nose Were Full Of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You" and  "You Stuck My Heart In a Old Tin Can and Shot It Off a Log".   He's been known clear the floor at karaoke bars with renditions of Star Spangled Banner and "I love you now the VD scare is over"  sung gloriously off key.

Maddog can often be seen striding down his local high street clad in stetson and spurs, Levi's and plaid shirt with his wee chihuahua, Booboo, on a diamante lead.  His presence on the forum Chaotic Musings adds a stolid element of common sense and calmness and he's never one to shrink from a challenge.  His infamous, Maddog's health, fitness and longevity thread on the forum is chock full of tips and tricks to get that washboard stomach or melt your own bingo wings.  His enthusiasm on the subject has often offended some female members due to a categorical belief that even old bags can get fit.

 

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 Close, but I loathe Chihuahuas.  



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Now back to the gym you old bags..😎🤠

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The deity known as Maddog.

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