Morgan's Manor - The Off-Topic Chat Thread

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Yoko Ono at Glastonbury. Unmissable.

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Joe! said:
The Greek things in my fridge aren't worthy of a meal, as it turns out, but I am picking at some halloumi and olives while I make my very special baked penne with John West tuna, basil, Italian tomato, roasted pepper, red chilli and West Country farmhouse cheddar.

Or in other words a pretty bog-standard pasta bake.
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Not Greek:D
 
ChilcoSaint said:
The observant among you will notice that Joe's Dumping thread has been merged to this one, due to it becoming completely non-football related.
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Oh FFS Chilco. Do you not know hoe long I spent crafting that beautiful, poetic dialogue about tits? Jeez! I bet neither Mills nor Boon had to put up with this kind of disrespect :)
 
fatletiss said:
Fran, please skip on one post, please.


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All this is okay, but she had really nice tits, I mean a really cracking pair that just stayed there when she stripped down; they just didn't drop at all. I am not sure I am ready to go out for the first time with the lads on the 16th August and know that I'm likely to bump into her out in Liverpool with someone else. Knowing her too, she'll probably show off her tits to their best and do that funny cross over thing she does with her legs. Whenever she used to do that it would leave men floundering, almost on the floor drooling at her.

I used to worry that I was her first and only lover and that eventually she'd be tempted away by someone else, someone more famous than me. But she re-assured me that she wanted to stay with me for the rest of her live. I couldn't believe it. I was in love. I was the only one to be able to enjoy those fancy tits. Forever. It was only at Christmas that we had some pictures taken at home and this really did reassure me that I was the only one for her. I remember about January time, she seemed a little funny; almost distant. She had just started going out with some mates to a different town with some out of town girls and I really wondered if they were having an influence on her, telling she could do better. Looking back, she never did directly tell me she wasn't leaving but she did start to talk about seeing the world and doing other things; Christ, she even talked about going to Europe. Previously she'd always been happy with holidays in the New Forest.

Come Easter time, I was beginning to hear whispers that she had been seen with someone else on one of these out of town trips with the girls and I thought they were starting to have an influence; her behavior changed; she started wearing slutty clothes like her Northern friends and even started ignoring what was best for us. We'd always shopped at Lidl and even though I sat her down and reviewed our spending and that we had more success in Lidl, she started looking at Waitrose.

The rumour talk got more and more; she said less and less to me and I became so stressed at the thought of those awkward moments, that for a few days I switched of my phone. Maybe that was wrong, but her behavior had become intolerable. All through this time, my mate in Cardiff kept telling me that he name was still on the lease for the flat along with mine, and without my say so, she couldn't leave. She wasn't leaving. There was a contract for the flat. We hadn't even discussed the possibility of changing the terms on that lease. She was going nowhere he said and could see no evidence to the contrary, but I wasn't convinced. She's gone now and so is he. No support. That day was horrible, I sort of knew it was happening, but she threw the blouse I had given her back at me and emptied the wardrobe, refusing to ever wear anything from me again. To start with I didn't tell people everything and then she leaked this out to the local gossip - she's a fat cow herself.

I am feeling hurt right now and I know it will ease.

But. The next time I see her and she will be displaying those oh so tantalizing tits, they will be being displayed for someone else, someone more famous, someone who won't love her like I did, someone who will probably dump her soon and I can see her crawling on her hands and knees begging to come back. No, she won't be coming back. She can go and show those tits (they'll be saggy ones by then) to the place where the saggy old tits and tarts get together for one last hurrah, looking for a few quid.

Bitch.
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Chilco.. .show some respect :)
 
Number 1 Jasper said:
Second day Beef stroganoff .
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I find anything like that, especially casseroles etc are much tastier on the second day.

Tonight it was just a simple toad in the hole with onion gravy for me. I used to love toad in the hole, then for years couldn't stand it, but the love affair is back on now the onion gravy has been added to the mix!
 
Water for me. No football so no beer, and it's not morning or cold so no coffee. Those are the only things I drink :(
 
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