I thought you know, i'd sleep with you, Maybe even go out together a time or two, If it would have been alright I might have even stayed all night It would have been ok i suppose, I guess i could have taken off your clothes, Made love or whatever, and all that, as one does, Could have done my cowboy pose. You're quite good looking, do you know that ? you even look quite sexy in that vietnamese cap, I wouldnt mind a piece of you, You would probably do You're my favourite girl ive seen all day In weather terms, you're about as hot as May, It's a shame we didnt hook up in the end, But it's hardly driven me round the bend. I could have fallen in love a bit, if i wasnt such a bloody tit, you seemed a pretty decent girl, a pretty peach, a milky pearl (doh). So, in numbers, you're around a 9 You lose a mark in respect of your waist line That doesn't really bother me, To be honest, youre about my cup of tea. Anyway, never mind, We could have wined, dinned and smacked your behind, But it didnt happen, so that's that, Maybe i'll just get a cat.
Ah. This thread has reminded me of my magnum opus " Subterranean Hun-Sick Blues " from the old BBC site, wish I could find it. But it's lost now. Like tears in rain.
Ah. This thread has reminded me of my magnum opus " Subterranean Hun-Sick Blues " from the old BBC site, wish I could find it. But it's lost now. Like tears in rain.
RL, my Aussie fenian friend, how are you? If you are wondering why the site is a bit quiet, it is because that **** Jip unstickied the "omlettes" thread and to add insult to injury, he renamed it...would you believe, "omelettes". Obviously the natives are restless about this
Listen, you omlette guzzling ***** ****, I'll **** you over harder and faster than a ****y **** fae Sunderland. Now **** off and go teach your kid to box or play basketball cause he's got **** all else ahead of him.
The lights went out in the village pub, and there sat little Nell, Was she waiting for her love ? Was she bloody hell ! Along came Dirty Dickio, the captain of a lugger, He wisnae fit tae shovel ****, the dirty minded bugger, He took her to his cabin, which wasnae very lawful, Doon came his troosers, out came his prick, The smell was bloody awful. Oh little Nell she ran like hell and Dirty Dick pursued her, The white of an egg ran down her leg, The ugly **** had screwed her.
Monaco`s omelette`s unstickied by Jip Where shall we banter, how shall we quip General Chat`s rage, it`s sour and grim Now Monacoger becomes Monacotim.
