Tedious, ungrammatical, unoriginal and tasteless crap from someone old enough to know better.
Reiki tit flattening. No actual physical contact.What world cup?
And to think that Google probably colluded with the Red Chinese on breast repression . . . .As you can probably tell, the opossum have not yet left the building.
Martha! Shhh! Starts tomorrow.
FE, you are up way too late. I expect any minute now you will begin to hallucinate and see feral creatures in your house.
As usual, your predictions are bang on and helped by the shift in time zones.I'm down to one opossum . . . .
I made me laugh so much.
Martha, are you taking a reiki approach to the world cup too. Over here in the rest of the world, we play a game called football. It has actually become quite popular.
Surely not. New Zealanders are good at sport, and we don't seem to do well at this football gig, so you're all dreaming.Although I did hear that Posh's husband plays a bit, when he isn't shopping obviously.
Martha, you will have to excuse Tom. He only understands sports played by the intellectually disadvantaged. It is virtually impossible to switch on a non-music radio station here without listening to the drivellings of squeaky-voiced twat, or his team mates or their counterparts from the last 40 years, all of whom have nothing to say.We'll get our own back next year.Everyone. FE has only one opossum. Please contribute now. How does the poor man manage?
Vicus, are you making a sideways inferration (good that isn't it) that I should begin to appreciate the finer points of 'rugger'. I'm still trying to come to terms with having stuck my head between two other guys arses when I was in the first form. I quickly decided that I would prefer to play on the wing.
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, dear Tommy, as a best selling author you should understand that you are inferring, I am implying. It is an important distinction. An equally important distinction that you failed to make was whether your arse adventure had anything to do with rugby or that you were merely pursuing a hobby. I am not being judgemental, you understand, it is just that only if the former is the case that your anecdote is germaine to the current discussion.
I have nobody else to share this with, so I'll tell you blokes. We have landed Poland, Mexico and some other foreign place - Paraguay? For the sweepstakes. Fingers crossed for Poland eh?
Do you think Camilla flattens her tits? Massive irrelevance of this is merely meant as encouragement to return to her and princey..SOON..Result of your silence - I think - is that I dreamed about them last night. And it's all your FAULT!! I don't need it...
Vicus, I can assure you that shoving my head up blokes arses is not a hobby of mine and never has been. It was however one of the many memories of my grammar school education. Don't get me wrong though, it wasn't all bad. Once, having been told by the same grim games teacher that I would never make a cricketer, I went out in a house match in front of the whole school and hit 24 not out off his pet bowler. I was top scorer but he still wouldn't put me in the school team. Can you believe this -he said I had 'a bad attitude'.
Unlucky Martha, you've got about as much chance there as I have of bedding Victoria Becvkham.
Granny. There is so MUCH that I could say, but, as you know, I am a slave to discretion.Martha, thank you for giving me a reason to watch.Tom, I am intrigued by the concept of a 'pet bowler'. I suppose that you mean he was a favourite, and not some blond haired lad who was kept in a dog kennel? Bad attitude. As if!I should point out to everyone else that Victoria's chances being so slim are the fact that Tom does not fancy her. She is constantly pestering him for cheap, meaningless sexual activities.
Tom, you may take the reiki approach to bedding Mrs Beckham then. It's what any sane man would do.
Reiki titty tavi - Kipling would be proud of you, Martha.poprmx - what Immelmann's friends cheered at his first 'encounter'
Vicus, surely everyone takes it as read as to the status re. me and Victoria. And Richard, yes, I think the reiki approach would be the only option if one wanted to avoid personal injury.
You lot need to realise that football is more important than life or death and teaches you everything you need to know about humanity. Karl Marx said so.
Welcome Stephen. (Drop the Mr, please, we are all very good friends here).Karl Marx was out of his depth. It was his influence that caused Alf Ramsay to pick Geoff Hurst over Jimmy Greaves in 1966, thereby causing the game to go to extra time, and denying Greaves his rightful place in history as the only player to score 4 goals in a final. An agonising 40 minutes or so for those of us who gave a shit. So I think, on the whole, the Maoist system adopted by Brazil in 1970 was much more effective. Their 4th goal was possible only because it was the product of the workers collective approach. And don't get me started on Trotski - 2 words: Billy Bremner.Bollocks! This is turning into a football thread. Let's get back to the basic sexist premise that began it all. Will one of you lovely little ladies make us all a nice cup of tea, and we can get back to the problem of finding things for the better half to do during the football.
Vicus, now you taunt me cruelly. You know as well as I do, if I asked my wife to make me a cup of tea she'd tell me to go fuck myself.
Football...rugby...soccor....cups...I think I'm getting a hot flash here. And Tom, I'd make you a cuppa.
Pammy, I have no doubt you would make me a cuppa, but then you'd want 100% of my attention and I'm just not ready for that kind of committment right now.
I'm not sure about all this overfamiliarity, I have good friends of 20 years standing that I still refer to as Mr such and such. I called Martha "Martha" the other day and then had to go and have a lie down.
Tom does that mean that if I gave you a cuppa you'd have to give me 100% of your attention? I'd settle for 50% m'dear. I'm easily pleased.
Mr Rowe, I don't know if you remember, but we have met, and I think there was a distinct lack of formality.Vicus. I'm ignoring you. You've written about some other "queen". Liz is no name for a queen.
Hey, everybody, can you help please? I have lost a comment. Maybe I left it on your blog - it went something like this:Stephen! Steve! Stevie! Stevie baby - you are among friends here (that may not be very reassuring) - come in, take your shoes off, loosen your tie, let it all hang out.Pamela - Tom will give you 50% of his attention, as he will to the other 200 or so women he has been pursuing on the internet. I trust that you are not put off by the wooden leg, mild Tourette's, excessive furniture moving, and that thing that we don't mention?
OK, so that comment was posted here without too much trouble. If anyone finds the original, please send it home. Without any supper.Thank you.
Re: Titty flattening. Happens yearly during mammogram season. Non-reiki style.Fronty: Have you had any sleep? I am scared of possums too, but after 24 hours of watching them I would just let them jump all over me while I snored away.Vicus: I'm getting a bit used to you now and so am understanding about 5.9% of what you say. Of course not the parts about football or the royals, not just yet, but I'm working on it.
Carmentza! For the sake of your sanity , RUN!12.8% - you will need treatment to recover.31.47% - irrecoverable damage has been done.rehdotz. What you see in front of your eyes when you understand 17.08% of what I say.
Carmenzta, you're doing better than I in understanding what goes on around here. I think I'll have to wait for the movie.
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