17. This was 1981 time on a football trip. I also shagged a jock bird called Audrey in Perth on A football trip in 1993 time. They're a backward race with bad teeth.
I was 16 mate. Ships that pass in the night on Ayr beach. I'm pretty sure I'm Getting Alzheimer's cos all my memory's are getting clearer and stuff from five minutes ago I forget.
Miss Archer is Scottish. We get married in August. Thankfully she's a rugby fan and understands how **** Scotland are at football. But even she found England drawing with Scotland hilarious. Not that I care, mind you.
The Clique had a meeting in the week & expressed concern at the lack of information regarding the above mentioned nuptial arrangement. Obviously we need to know where & when so arrangements can be made. Don't leave it 'til the last minute, it'll only lead to disappointment.
A single bullet to the back of the head. Then set my body adrift on a lake while firing flaming arrows at the barge as is the Not606 way. EDIT: thinking about it, this is a bit presumptuous. Have Carmine cut my throat and just stuff me into a bin bag and bung me into the Humber. As long as I don't wash up in Lincolnshire I'll be happy. Use a broom handle to poke my corpse if it doesn't sink straight away. It's what I usually do.
I'm not sure what folk expect. Disappointment defines people and the race they belong to. Scots are mult-layered. The yarn you responded to is sad, but real. For each and every one of the friendly Scots , no matter how they look you in the eyes, they are waiting in line to **** you over, if you are English. Know the folk you deal with. I'm a tad cynical because an arsehole decided to pull the magpie / mackem cards at a youth do tonight. I think some good lads will call that in - it's about the bairns. Our teams are ****, our kids ain't
Single bullet to your head? Your body? Why would we spoil your day? It's not all about you. Time & date?
