So my wife was looking at herself in the mirror this morning. "I want bigger boobs" she said "but I'm a bit afraid of surgery". "Okay" I said. "Take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your funbags daily" "How the hell will that make them bigger?" she says to which I replied "Well, it worked for your backside, darling." Exit stage left at speed.
Poor old Alin, (probably should be Alan). That’s Ying & Yang. Looking at his location, he could probably order 12 pints from the back of a crowded bar without speaking, but doesn’t possess the mental capacity to recognise one of Gods most beautiful creatures.
This fellow is a decent working definition of an utter ****. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cxe2j8x222go
Nice to see he lost his libel claim against the Mirror for being described as ‘the vacuum-cleaner tycoon who championed Vote Leave due to the economic opportunities it would bring to British industry before moving his global head office to Singapore.’ Presumably due to it being entirely accurate.
Doesn’t know what to do with his money. Wasn’t he a lifelong Chelsea supporter until his bid to buy them failed? The ultimate plastic?
With a personal wealth of £14 billion I think I'd find it hard to know what to do with it ,though I'd probably buy TwoWrights a pint of gnats piss or two.He (Dyson)does give sizeable amounts of money away through his foundation though. No recollection of him trying to buy Chelsea? Thought he was a Rugby man but could be wrong?
