I was walking to work this morning, along bothwell street, it was a wee bit slippy because of the ice but it wasn't too bad when i saw the gayest **** in the world mincng down the street towards me. He looked like paul o'grady with allan carr's teeth and jeremy clarksons hair, in short a right ugly bastard and as camp as a row of tents. He was muttering to him self about how dangerous the streets were when he slipped on a patch of what looked like frozen pish and fell on his ****. he immediately burst in to tears and checked if his clothes were ok. He had ripped skinny jeans and put a huge scuff along the side of his bright white winkle pickers. He began shouting ad screaming about how his mummy would be really annoyed with him for ruining the lovely clothes she had picked out for him this morning. seeing that really cheered me up this morning.
Cheers mennie Nah, I'm not really. Getting a bit pissed off with work but thats usual. Waiting on a bird with a sexy voice to come and see me Hope she isn't a disapointment
Just realised that she's coming up here to see me......and I'm sitting in filthy trousers with a big rip down the side and on the knee
you could just take your trousers off, and when she appears just tell her you are just getting into the mood and get a mistletoe above her chair just hope a Susan Boyle lookalike does not show up
If she sounds sexy on the phone, she'll probably be a total munter, so your state of dress won't matter a ****. GIP
Looked up on facebook and if it's who I think it is shes a right wee darling. Nev might know her. She's mid 20's and stays in kirkie
