You need to get your Mrs signed up on here, so she can speak for herself, and we get chance to check out all your bullshite.
Danish Blue on a digestive biscuit with a really thin slice of tomato, accompanied by a ginger rum. Cromulent.
My dad used to take us out cockling on West Kirby beach at the ****ing crack of dawn on summer weekends. Mum used to cook them - ****ing gorgeous. I liked mine with rock salt and pickle vinegar. Dad just had pepper on his.
You girls are very funny ... call me in and I'll give you a slap ... don't cry like fannies ffs ... I'm currently sipping wine outside with the family whilst you tits are having a tug
Alright I'm out now, can't be joing in this mass bum ****ery of fosses wrinkly penis and that. Some of us have more class
I reckon Fosse's cock must be shrivelled to fook if he's claiming he's test running it every night. I reckon he's worn it away, so the Mrs can sleep, why he's huffing and puffing away, and not doing much else. It's probably like going to bed with a hot slobbering water bottle for her, and finding out it's got a leak.
You've seen her pic at our first child's christening ... we are still together ... let's see some balls from the rest of you keyboard warriors first... won't hold my breath
