We have a competition amongst the samplers every year to see who gets the most cups of tea/coffee on farm. Today I visited a farm which was hosting a hunt (no foxes, dont worry stereo) and I got two large glasses of port, some brie pastry things, some sausages and some fruit cake while i waited for the horn to sound and the horses to leave. Was very nice seeing the young blokes in their red coats and tight breeches. Pretty damn good i thought. Can any of you better that? Not much better than a large volume of port to warm you up when you're out in the countryside and you're freezing your tits off.
A bloke with a head like a Butternut Squash, last seen somewhere deep down in the Congo. Or something.
He's one of the old timers who joined here after the meltdown on SPN. A hun, but one of the decent ones. Still posts occasionally on the Old Firm boards.
That's the poorest description of Bollo ever made. Bollo Bollo was born Mungo Madman in the year of our Lord 1971. He's been known as many things; Raconteur, Purveyor of Chokey **** advice, The sworn enemy of Noel Edmonds and partial to some self-abuse in a Brewers Fayre toilet of a Sunday afternoon. Then he had a kid and ****ed off.
A couple of questions here... what were YOU wearing and did your nipples stand up? <purelyforresearchpurposes>
A living legend of the old SPN. He had it all. The looks, the intelligence, the wit and charm, and goddamit I'm proud to say he was one of us. Excuse me, I seem to have something in my eye... ...naw, I'll be ok, it's just... ...I miss him so much! Oh Bollo! Why did you have to die so young and so pretty?
The kid was a cover story. He has gone in crusade to the south in an attempt to find and destroy the dark lord edmonds.
I once did drawings for an extension to a sweet factory. I got as many sweets as I could take I reversed my car in to the loading bay and filled it up. I got 3 filings from that project.
I helped move some stuff for an elderly woman today and she gave me £10 for 10 minutes work. Whilst I was at work logging.
