I suggest you refrain from referring to Scots as "sweaty Jocks" now that they are your employers. Oh and never say Braveheart is a historically inaccurate load of bollocks.
Got a hell of a (pleasant) surprise on Saturday evening. Just got my new hash supply in, so ate what was left of the previous lt and then had my tea. The unit went out to the lesbians' house, leaving me ensconced with 10 cans of lager. I was watching the end of a **** film, before putting Youtube on for a music night. The living room door opened, and in walked my youngest daughter, just returned from Convictland. I knew she hated it and was coming home, but I had no idea when. Her and her feller went to the Cheese first, fully expecting me to be in there. She's now in ****ing Manchester, so may as well be in Oz
AM i the ONLY one thinking..... Its damned lucky you were not spanking the monkey to german granny porn.
I'd been out all afternoon, so it would have been pointless anyway If i'd intended doing that, I'd have locked the back door
basically all I've got from this is if you rattle rhcs back door and it's locked there's proper filth going down. I wonder how about that lad that glued it shut.... wonder what he was saying there?
Something of an ugly scene last night. I hadn't seen Anfield Ricky for a couple of weeks and he came in last night. He was already rather pissed. We were having a catch-up. There was a rowdy ****er in there I'd never seen before. He was with a woman and then another bloke came in I hadn't seen before. They were all ****efaced or coked up or both. Ricky bought a round and went to pay on the card machine which this woman was right in front of. Just as he got there, the pissed bloke knocked his pint over. Ricky was trying to lean across to the machine to put his pin number in and touched the woman on the shoulder saying excuse me. The first pissed lad told him to get his hand off his auntie. Ricky just ignored him and came back over to me. We then went out for a ***. I finished mine and walked back in. I then saw the bloke behind the bar shout and run towards the door and out. The pissed bloke had put a pint glass over Rick'd head and was kicking him on the floor. The landlady came down at this point and called the bizzies, who arrived pretty quickly. Ricky had three cuts needing some stitching. That's the first time the poor ****'s been in there for two weeks. He doesn't have much luck, that lad.
This sounds a lovely spot for an early evening aperitif. I will have to call in with the lady wife next time we are in the vicinity.
