Treasure Hunting

did you sniff any knickers?

 

40 years in the wilderness?

 

Everyone is in the wilderness if you think about it logically.

 

I'm in an office in the middle of London, not sure if that counts. I am surrounded by animals though, dirty b.stards don't know how to piss into a toilet properly, rubbish aim with the tea bags into the bin and don't seem to have got the memo on "If you spilled it you clean it up".

You used to be able to say to people who had their feet up on the furniture or on the train seats "do you do that sort of thing at home?" in the hope that they may be a tad embarrassed but these days I think people are content living in their own filth with scant regard for what others may find a slap in the face of common decency. And you'd more than likely get a gob full of abuse or stabbed.

 

Pubes in the sink

 

Not as good as the Polish joke about Mr. Sheen and he who wears half a ball. I'll give you a clue...one is polish and one is a fenian bastard

****in' yaaaaaaaaaaasssss

 

Could have got all that at Wetherspoons in Wolverhampton

 

What, at work?

 

You are not getting spectacular food at 'Spoons and the wine on tap is vile.

 

****’s fae Easterhoose ^^

 

*privileged Ehoose

 

The food is spectacularly cheap, and only women and poofs drink wine

 

*and Gambol

 

I enjoy both white and fortified

 

Okay then. Women, poofs and tramps. And Gambol.

 

I have been staunchly loyal to red wine but was drinking white and rosè at my sisters house.

Chase me, chase me!

 

Gambol's too ugly to be a woman and too old to be a poof. He could probably fit into the 'tramp' category, being a jock.

 

I never leave the house without a hawf bottle of El D