Nooooooo it's not Al 

Maybe she has forgotten where she is...


 Do y'all know where you are m'dear?
Do y'all know what year it is?

*Eats it quickly*

so Mr Wibble isn't the murderer either 

See? I said it wasn't Sherry or Al. You lot need to listen to Chip if you want to know what's what 

*grumbles something about taking the piss*




Hope it chokes ya

*Knew it wasn't Al.. the ponse*

*grabs Al for a congratulatory snog*

*calls paramedics because of choking sounds *

If ah had listened to you the other night Chip honey ah would have lost me a whole lot of money.

 another murder!!

Ah told y'all it wasn't me
 
*punches nearest reporter to celebrate*

 *sips tea and clears throat*  Any biscuits?

next time Al..next time 

Oops

Sorry 'bout that AL....no hard feelings 'eh?

I tell ya what, once you've helped me and Jen tie the knot...... I'll buy a big ass casino to rival the Sweaty Palms and I'll put your Escort business cards under the reception counter 'eh? You can be the Casino's official prostitute! How's that?

Beet - the beescuits - zere eeze a good wifey

Ohhh Helll!

*nicks smilie for future forum frolicks*

 *shakes head and frowns thin begins to speak in a slightly patronising but kindly tone*

JEN EWYNN

 

Your Daddy gave you everything except recognition and reward for all the hard work you do  at the Sweaty Palms.  Roland spent more time fraternising with his rich friends than he did running the business, but he was the one getting all the credit. Of course, following your father s tragic death, you would have inherited everything he owned, but you knew about his bet with Sheik Aleg and so you would have been a fool to kill him before midnight.

YOU DID NOT KILL YOUR FATHER.

Who dunnit then?

Here ya go......... now you can lick them as well as stroke them.

Oh dear god....I've just had a thought about Beeet and the Sheeekh....is it too late to change my accusation???!!!!!

oh lawdy this is torture 

They are called cookies over here Miss Marple...

$50 an hour though
And a room thrown in

cool it Santa!

 ....and I like to call them by their proper name!

Well I knew it wasn't Jen *smug smile*  Jeez, I have no clue, but the obvious and I ruled that out 

Nibbles on rubber chicken..

*nicks Bets smilie too*

Oooooooo!! Sorry!

*takes another sip of tea*

 young lady you have a lot to think about in the future.....

SCARLET O’DEARA

Your fling with Roland had its uses for a while - his friends in high places were certainly indispensible in earning you that nomination and for ensuring that it was your name on the winner’s card.  Unfortunately Roland knew the extent of your gambling addiction and an award-winning actress just can’t afford to have that kind of information floating around. Unless, of course she uses it to secure her next role as a glamorous but tragic gambling addict……

YOU DID NOT MURDER ROLAND.

yeah right 

This little biatch drinks tea slower than Vi's brain works

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Nibbles on rubber chicken..


*thanks god he didn't say chokes chicken....there are doddery old ladies present*