****ing hell I got off the bus from Warrington in Northwich this morning and was walking to the stop to get the bus up here. I thought I want some tea tonight. I haven't had a Coward's Pie in ages. I must ask the unit next time she goes to Warrington market. I haven't had one in well over a year and they're fantastic. I've just been outside for a *** and was going to call a mete. There was a text from Vic in my inbox "Pie, mash and peas tonight" and a second text said "Coward's Pie" <yikes" What are the chances of that?
Spooky. Need to get someone on the case there may be aliens involved, or a conspiracy theory. If only there was someone on the site who was into that kind of thing.
Reminds me of the Sound of Music. Poopdrops on roses and whiskers on ****tens, Bright copper discharge, warm wooly droppins Brown smeared skid marks from excreted bungs, These are few of my favourite dungs, Cream coloured poopsies, and crisp craple streudels, Rank smells and fart bells, And ****z from the poodles, Wild geese that defecate from an anus sprung These are a few of my favorite dung When the dog blights, When the bee dings, When I'm feeling gas, I simple remember my favorite dungs And then I just let one pass.
