Glasgow...

ERINBLACK said:
Curried omelettes with cheese and cracker to follow.

Soup as a starter.

A meal fit for a King.
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A light sprinkling of various spices wid be good.

As is omelette with chilli peppers...

...and now we have gone full circle back to the start of this thread.
 
Gambol said:
Only you, mate. Only you. Keep up with the meds tho <ok>
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I personally think there is varying degrees of severity of madness in everyone.

All part and parcel of possessing a human brain. Something which is always going to be unfathomable.

I truly believe that and I mean that most sincerely folks as that Hughie Green used to say.

https://www.google.co.uk/?gfe_rd=cr&ei=srg6U7WiB8iA4AS7ioGABA&gws_rd=ssl#q=hughie+green

I'd temporarily forgotten that he was the father of Paula Yates.
 
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Oddly enough, my first girlfriend at secondary school (ie my first girlfriend) was called Paula. I felt her tits.
 
...it would be 2 years later before I saw a pair of tits.

*not Paula's
 
Gambol said:
...it would be 2 years later before I saw a pair of tits.

*not Paula's
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First pair of tits I properly got my hands on, meaning she'd actually let me take her bra off and play with them, were a magnificent couple of melons belonging to a girl named Liz. For some reason though, she'd never let me stand and just admire them; I'd keep trying to catch her on the hop, but every time I took a step back to gaze on her majestic mammaries, down would come the jumper, t-shirt or whatever, and those lovely teenage jugs were hidden from view.

I nearly got to take her virginity too, but she bottled it at the last minute. Don't think she wanted her first time to happen in a bedroom full of other fumbling couples.

Ah, sweet bird of youth, where did you fly off to?
 
Archers Road said:
First pair of tits I properly got my hands on, meaning she'd actually let me take her bra off and play with them, were a magnificent couple of melons belonging to a girl named Liz. For some reason though, she'd never let me stand and just admire them; I'd keep trying to catch her on the hop, but every time I took a step back to gaze on her majestic mammaries, down would come the jumper, t-shirt or whatever, and those lovely teenage jugs were hidden from view.

I nearly got to take her virginity too, but she bottled it at the last minute. Don't think she wanted her first time to happen in a bedroom full of other fumbling couples.

Ah, sweet bird of youth, where did you fly off to?
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Aye, these are the memories, not to mention mammaries, we treasure. <ok>
 
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