No it isn't you bunch of boring fùckers. Honestly posting the same threads over and over has to be the *****iest thing ever. This my friends is actually the weekend thread. Witchoos up to? For the second week running I shall be out tonight and staying over in a hotel. So that's more new towels for me yaaay. Tomorrow, dunno. Sunday, same.
I shall spend most of my weekend unliking the likes that I have given Gambol over the years, the **** is really annoying me these days.
Going out for a meal tonight, decent restaurant. Perhaps go to the beach Saturday or Sunday for dog walk and chippy chips.
Still 'dry' but becoming very toey about Koln on 10th October! Footie, horse racing and rugby union on the box. Pepsi/Irn Bru and chocolate in the fridge.
No problem; I am such a weak willed and inadequate human bean that I cannot go out for a couple of drinks or even one drunken evening without it extending into a six or seven night bender. Although I could afford the varied establishments providing me with my alcoholic beverages over this indeterminate period I cannot afford the 'shopping' (clothes, toys and knick-knacks) plus the lengthy and many visits to Gentleman's Clubs which accompany this behaviour. Still, only three weekends of abstention to suffer before I 'hit' Turnhouse airport!
Julie going to Paris in the morning with Bernadette and their Personal Trainers to visit a new gym for her birthday so it's just me and Declan. Got his football in the morning - then will take him to The Big House tomorrow afternoon. Sunday - probably hook up with some POOVES and have a fisting sesh.
My Mummy always told me never to tell fibs; especially to gullible a-holes! I am 'black affronted' that you would consider financial arrangements between a resident of Edinburgh and various Oriental, Eastern European and, oddly enough, Glasgow burdz shouldo constitute this upright and (mostly) law abiding citizen being labelled a "sex pest". I demand that you withdraw this slur on my shady character.
Not the dream I envisaged during my extended dalliances with various young ladies who were educated in the 'better' Edinburgh schools during my late teens and twenties; ho-hum!
