My brother text me from there at half 1 this morning. It's him and 2 of his pals over there for a week and last night they convinced the wee ginger specky one to cover himself in fake tan and go out for the night. He said they used a bottle of fake tan on each leg, each arm, his torso and a full bottle for his face. 6 bottlesof fake tan for one person He went out wearing a ****e wee vest as well he said Fannies
He'll look like one of these ****s: please log in to view this image Or this muppet: please log in to view this image Takes Orangeman to a whole new level: please log in to view this image
Class. Malia was the best boys holiday I ever had. There was 3 of us and we were about 25. We met some young guys from Govan about 18-20 and they started a pumping competition. I romped it by a country mile. It was so easy to get my hole. I crash out outside a bar. I awoke to a big blonde irish burd giving me a lapdance. After a few seconds I got my bearings and she said "now you're awake how's about coming back to shag the brains out of me". After a nano second of a thought I accepted <rightupthefartermuir>
His fat bird wasn't happy he went, but **** her. He's probably been out shagging every night he's been away. He was a proper mad shagger when he was single We would go out in East Kilbride every Wednesday night, and each time he would take home and shag a different bird I would see them leaving in the morning looking disgusted with themselves, then he would burst in my room wearing a pair of shorts shout abuse at them out the window
Abusing daft wee slags is the God-given right of the Scottish male. I was getting a blowjob off a lassie against a lollipop mans shelter one Friday night in Invergordon and I came right in her face and hair, then just laughed and walked away. Left her there looking like a painters radio and went to meet up with my mates who were locked out of my house.
I saw the title to this one and thought, ah a nice post about a beautiful place on a gorgeous island. How ****ing wrong was I? It's definitely a lad's day on Not606 today!
It's that Friday feeling....C'mon anyway Tina, there's no way you've no got a good story about some well-hung lad you used up then threw away like yesterdays paper.
My mate wanted to get a Tattoo that said "Nigga 7" on it.....he's a white boy from Invergordon. His mum said she'd disown him if he got it
the same guy has "CHELSEA" up the inside of one leg and "RANGERS" up the other, he's also a fluent thai speaker which was unexpected. he learnt it when he went awol for a year and him in thailand. i might say it was like he was seeking asylum there after being oppressed by the military and threated with imprisonment. but never to his face.
He sounds like a right mental ****. There is a guy out here with a Shamrock tattoo on one side of his neck and a tri-colour on the other side. He sat in this office last night and watched the Celtic game on the projector when I put it on. He looks like a crazy bastard. He's the same guy who got pulled up for wearing a Celtic top with Tiocfaidh ÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââ¬Â âââ‰â¢ÃÆÃââââ¬Ã ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¡ÃÆÃââââ¬à ¡ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâár lÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââ¬Â âââ‰â¢ÃÆÃââââ¬Ã ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¡ÃÆÃââââ¬à ¡ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâá on the back of it last year.
i made a point of getting on with him. the guys a killer, i dont mean that just because he's killed folk (plenty people in the infantry have) i just mean he has a ****ing aura of violence about him that you could almost see a good gers man though
I hate those ****s it's like they were born with a chib and evil staring eyes. Loads of them offshore that do the hardman routine. The good thing about offshore is that generally they have to keep it in check or get NRB'd (Not Required Back) from the North Sea and end up blacklisted from offshore for life. A couple of times I've taken liberties with a few of them, by being a smart-arsed sarcastic wee ****e to them. I really hope I never meet any of them in the pub in Aberdeen. One guy was acting a right **** and kept staring at me on the Tartan Alpha a couple of years back. I said "You're staring at me like you want to kill me or **** me. Pick one or **** off" He started twitching like he really was about to give me a hiding right there and then....I'll admit that my arse collapsed but still glad I said something.
ma mate shouted 'YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE MA DICK! HA HA HA!' to some tart in newcastle, she was doin the walk of shame down a busy street at the time
I got chased from Justice Mill Lane to Union St in Aberdeen once by a bouncer because I said to him "You **** your sister. Ya fat incest ****" He was a massive, fat, musclebound ****. I just jogged away from him giving him the fingers and laughing.
