Tonight my house will be filled with the laughter of young children as three of my little bitty grandkids are staying over. I'll be in the pub. Tomorrow will be spent cursing their parents for not being there at 6 am to pick the wee cùnts up. Sunday will be spent beating the missus to a pulp for agreeing to watch three wee ****es and fùcking up my Friday night.
Changed it. I was born at 17 Cleveland Street, the same address Moses McNeil and his family lived. (Obviously not at the same time as me)
^^^^ If it wasn't for the fact he lives in North Lanarkshire I would say he's a liar but being a grandad of three in yer 30s is quite normal for there.
Donovan lived on my street, (My uncle knew him) Billy Connolly a couple of streets up, my uncle knew him too.
No, it's true. The weekend away was part of her Christmas present. The outlaws are looking after the kids so we have 2 nights peace. I'll have mysteriously forgotten to pack my shorts or trunks meaning my full-body salt scrub and aromatherapy massage will have to be done wearing the very thin paper pants they give you. Looking forward to turning over with the old chap tearing out of them like the scene from Alien. Not the kind of place that does "extras" though so Mrs Grove will have to get off her mobile phone for 5 minutes (ok, 2 minutes) and sort out my tumescence. On a half day so about to f.uck off right......about........now.
Job fully delayed now so first beer opened. YAS. Plus my friend flies out tomorrow and we've had "fun" in the past so hopefully she's still game.
Seems this thread has turned into the Weekend thread. Or the old ****s reminiscing about past bollocks thread.
