Answered it. I don't have a f**ing clue about pensions. My wife's a mortgage advisor and had to pass the CEMAPS exam for pensions and investments so I'll ask her tonight. Well, I would, except the boot isnae talking to me.
Well what better way of getting romantic and back in her good books by asking her about pensions for somebody who you have never met before on a very respectful website?
Nothing. I f**ed my knee a couple of months ago - the only time it didn't hurt was when I played football, tennis or squash so I kept exercising and it got gradually sorer and sorer. On Thursday at fives, I stretched it lunging for a tackle and now it is utterly, utterly f**ed. My mates a nurse and reckons it'll be a keyhole operation - going to the hospital tomorrow. Anyway, I decided today that I'd work from home today (as carrying the laptop about and limping everywhere is making it worse) - told her this morning and she assumed I was at it and about to get some shagging in. So, she threw a plate at me.
threw a plate at you? That's brilliant!! So, how was your mid morning ride with your bit on the side anyway?
You certainly do. That's some top cuck action. Disclaimer I would like to remind readers that I am merely acting in the spirit with which 'The Internetz' have long been associated. That is, one of contrariness and acting like a **** for no reason. I speak only in jest, and understand that DevAdvocate is a fine soldier who probably amounted to the role of Field Marshal or some **** like that. Further, I wish to take this opportunity to ask Mr Advocate if he would care to join me in Blackfriars Bar on Friday for a drink, bite to eat and a spot of cottaging.
I dont know the situation in england, but felching will be free for all at point of access in an independent scotland.
I make it a rule never to Cold Call Or Cold Cottage. Basically i'm anti Cold anything. Apart from maybe Ice.
