hugorune wrote:
This expletive is new to me!

LesleyPumpshaft wrote:


I try to be inventive with my swears.

I like it

How can a substitute pussy be better than a pussy? I can't get my head around that one

oioioi wrote:
Good point.





Leave it with me, I think I can find out once and for all.


No, I'm not going to buy one.

Yeah - it's not like it will iron your shirts for you when you've finished!

oioioi wrote:
Heard of a old man who had a pocket pussy, never needed a wife and always had money.

Dang. Photobucket is banjoed.

I will post my flesh light related picture when PB is up and running again.

It's time for action. Click.

hugorune wrote: Scare them into action by dropping that hint that they could all be replaced in parliament by fleshlights.

Excellent feather

Mr. Wolf wrote:
Royal Mail



Should be renamed Royal Fail, and Parcel Farce. BASTARDS!

Perhaps the fault is with the sender of this much desired delivery of yours, and not the posty.

No DG, it's not the sender, it's those pros at the Royal Fail and Parcel Farce. You know what it is don't you? The snow. Any excuse for the lazy bastards, the bin men are as bad.

You'd think we lived in Siberia

Lulz

That today has been a nice day. Stress free with pleasant distractions.

I listened to a moral boosting win for the English (& Welsh) cricket team. I like cricket so

I tuned in to see if Britain's Andy Murray could win another gland slam in the Aussie open. Sadly, Scotland's Andy Murray lost in 4 sets. Good match though.

There were a few surprises in the good old F.A. Cup today and the weather is a bit milder than it has been.

Ifinally got around to watching the last hour of the Hobbit. Dunno how they can stretch it to 2 more films.

And now it's time to roll a wee smoke, finish off reading The Field (highly, highly recommend it) and think about hitting the basket.
G'night.

Mr. Wolf wrote:
Did you get your delivery yet?

I'm waiting for assorted goodies right now. Royal Fail/Parcel Farce are partly responsible, but I'm very dissapointed with Sainsbury's online.

My toaster broke and I ordered a new one. However will we manage in the mean time ffs? It's saying dispatched, so where the fuck is it?

I hope everyone has had their postal products delivered.

My back is fugging killing me. I can feel a weird knobly bit sticking out the back of my ribs. Double-ouchy!

Any volunteers for walking up and down my back? I've heard it works.

I have another thing on my mind but it's a bit 'flint island' so maybe I need to make a new thread.

LesleyPumpshaft wrote:
Heh reminds me of flint on DIF

hugorune wrote:
You need to be careful with your back - I could walk on it for you, but then you'd be in traction for a few weeks. Well, I suppose I could take my boots off first. I'm concerned about the knobbly bit - that sounds strange.