Quids. Another thing that gets on my tits. Why change them? Whats the ****ing point. Its only a quid ffs. Not the Mona ****ing Lisa painting you're protecting
Like this one for instance. Me and my mate, in a vain attempt to keep off the drink, decided we’d cycle back and forth to work which was 17 clicks each way so it was a canny work out. Anyway this night we peddled home and my mate wanted to get some pictures for his missus. At the time we stayed in a hotel call the Qua River Hotel (pronounced Kwai as in the movie) this hotel overlooked the river and my mate wanted to cycle through town and onto the bridge to get a pic of the hotel. There used to be a wife wandering the streets here back then and she was always stark bollock naked, nowt on her feet, **** all and what a ****ing gruesome sight she was L Anyway we’re pedaling through town and come to a crossroads and it’s a bit like running the gauntlet out here, so we’re waiting for a gap in the traffic and over the other corner is this naked wife. My mate whips out is disposable camera and took a photo of her, but she must have heard the click of the camera and clocked us straight away. Well out here some of the older generation still believe that you’re taking their soul away if you take a picture of them. This wife just set off running towards us dodging through all the oncoming traffic, her saggy tits flying all ower the place and she had a minge like Tina Turner’s wig I looked at her, then my mate and we both set off pedaling like **** through this traffic to get away from this mad bitch. I swear my legs were like Freddy Flintstone’s in his car at this point, but this wife was keeping up with us, although we had about a 100 yards on her. Anyway we pedaled across the bridge and the bitch was still after us, so we crossed the bridge, still after us, so we just kept our heads down and went for it. After about 5 minutes we sort of plucked up the courage to look back and she was in the middle of this road, hands on hips and obviously knackered. We stopped when we got out of sight and had a good laugh about it after we’d caught our breath which seemed like ages, then realised we were heading out of town and it would be dark soon. That’s one of those oh ****! Moments J It’s just as well it wasn’t the gadgy, cos there used to be one, his tadger was down to his knees, he would have put Lex the impaler to shame this ****er and he would have probably caught us. That wouldn’t have ended very well LLL We sat there for what seemed like ages deciding what to do but it was getting dark and we had to get back to the digs before dark cos the traffic just gets mental at night time and there’s nee way I was cycling through there in the dark. We eventually plucked up the courage and just said if she’s there will dodge round her, or just lamp her and keep pedaling. So off we go and again my legs are like Freddies yet again, luckily she wasn’t there and all was well, but that put the ****s right up me like and we still never got a picture of the frigging hotel J I binned the bike and went on the piss after that JJJ And that’s a mild one.
You obviously dont know the deviants on this board. @Nostalgic being the ring leader. @Billy the Bastard @Gil T Azell his two most loyal disciples. They practice dark occult things, in the forest at Stanley, on ferrets and squirrels. Naked at midnight. ****ing weirdos i tell you.
Young twats in their sixties who spend ages getting money out of the ATM (based on today's experiences). Talking to them in an alien language if you try and explain that it is a now a touch screen instruction screen rather than pressing green button and restarting.
That forest at Stanley is the felching capital of the world..................... allegedly. I use the dogging site near Nissan.
****ing selfies and that pout that goes with them. If I ever see my daughter taking one her phone's going out the window.
