The police helicopter doesn't seem to have spotted the heat flare yet By the way, the 'plants' I refer to are the customers - not cannabis
So. I got there after work last night. Nick, Fiona's hubby, was sat at the bar in the latter stages of advanced inebriation. There were obviously people in the beer garden, based on the tooings and froings. I was minding my own business when I heard someone say 'I thought you were going' and the reply was 'I am'. I turned round to see Fiona's beauteous buttocks hoving out of view. I have to assume she hadn't seen me, but she'll still receive a very terse text later today. Must try harder
What constitutes a 'convenience' store? There's a 24/7 petrol station opposite the Cheese that sells alcohol constantly. The only problem is that the 'customers' who might avail themselves of a few bottles of cider at 4 am in the morning can't afford the exorbitant prices in there
It's not actually got to that stage yet The texting continued with me saying it was a poor ****ing excuse, her saying it was honest, me saying only kidding and her saying she's not ignorant, just a wreckhead
Texting is out of bounds unless you use a chuck away mobile and she deletes every one - including sent. The SMS has lead to the downfall of more swordsman than Genghis Khan managed ffs #prayforRHC
Be ****ing careful @Red Hadron Collider ****ing about with someones wife is never going to make the man happy is it...
wise wise men.. never mind the moral issues.... tobes is right... bound to come undone.. and i aint talking about her knickers.
I'm intrigued as to what constitutes 'fit' in the mind of RHC when it comes to Fiona @Red Hadron Collider We need more details mate - age, size, any lookalikes? Photos of her flange?
this is really simple. honeslty rHC you've no excuse now. RHC asks fiona for a photo sent to him of her arse RHC forwards the massage to saint and luv. They post the pic here. honestly even an ape can hit forward.
