Morgan's Manor - The Off-Topic Chat Thread
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It's 4am now where I am... ...so... ...do I watch the second episode?
EDIT: Going to bed.
It's the love that endures. Friends and lovers come and go, but no matter how many times your heart gets broken, your football team will always be there. Unless they're Chester City.
Going back through 1st and 2nd series episodes of the comedy Episodes, with Stephen Mangan, Tamsin Greig and Matt Le Blanc. Really like it, yet I seem to be the only one. There is obviously a core of individuals out there who also do, but nobody seems to mention it. The current 3rd series has been keeping up the same high standard too.
I have watched a couple of episodes of Tamsin Greig's quite often talked about Friday Night Dinner comedy series and it is utter tripe in comparison. I guess the ironic humour in Episodes is just too subtle. Matt Le Blanc plays himself down so well. He is such a **** in the comedy, but you can't help liking him. Of course, that's the idea.
One day I'll get round to watching things like Breaking Bad and such. I just start to fidget if I sit down for too long though, or worse, start to get too comfortable and nod off.
This is not the hate thread.Depends if she dumped you because the other fellas bait was more impressive!
It's fantastic. It's a fairly slow burner at the start but stick with it, towards the last few series I couldn't stop watching.
Fran, please skip on one post, please.
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All this is okay, but she had really nice tits, I mean a really cracking pair that just stayed there when she stripped down; they just didn't drop at all. I am not sure I am ready to go out for the first time with the lads on the 16th August and know that I'm likely to bump into her out in Liverpool with someone else. Knowing her too, she'll probably show off her tits to their best and do that funny cross over thing she does with her legs. Whenever she used to do that it would leave men floundering, almost on the floor drooling at her.
I used to worry that I was her first and only lover and that eventually she'd be tempted away by someone else, someone more famous than me. But she re-assured me that she wanted to stay with me for the rest of her live. I couldn't believe it. I was in love. I was the only one to be able to enjoy those fancy tits. Forever. It was only at Christmas that we had some pictures taken at home and this really did reassure me that I was the only one for her. I remember about January time, she seemed a little funny; almost distant. She had just started going out with some mates to a different town with some out of town girls and I really wondered if they were having an influence on her, telling she could do better. Looking back, she never did directly tell me she wasn't leaving but she did start to talk about seeing the world and doing other things; Christ, she even talked about going to Europe. Previously she'd always been happy with holidays in the New Forest.
Come Easter time, I was beginning to hear whispers that she had been seen with someone else on one of these out of town trips with the girls and I thought they were starting to have an influence; her behavior changed; she started wearing slutty clothes like her Northern friends and even started ignoring what was best for us. We'd always shopped at Lidl and even though I sat her down and reviewed our spending and that we had more success in Lidl, she started looking at Waitrose.
The rumour talk got more and more; she said less and less to me and I became so stressed at the thought of those awkward moments, that for a few days I switched of my phone. Maybe that was wrong, but her behavior had become intolerable. All through this time, my mate in Cardiff kept telling me that he name was still on the lease for the flat along with mine, and without my say so, she couldn't leave. She wasn't leaving. There was a contract for the flat. We hadn't even discussed the possibility of changing the terms on that lease. She was going nowhere he said and could see no evidence to the contrary, but I wasn't convinced. She's gone now and so is he. No support. That day was horrible, I sort of knew it was happening, but she threw the blouse I had given her back at me and emptied the wardrobe, refusing to ever wear anything from me again. To start with I didn't tell people everything and then she leaked this out to the local gossip - she's a fat cow herself.
I am feeling hurt right now and I know it will ease.
But. The next time I see her and she will be displaying those oh so tantalizing tits, they will be being displayed for someone else, someone more famous, someone who won't love her like I did, someone who will probably dump her soon and I can see her crawling on her hands and knees begging to come back. No, she won't be coming back. She can go and show those tits (they'll be saggy ones by then) to the place where the saggy old tits and tarts get together for one last hurrah, looking for a few quid.
Bitch.
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All this is okay, but she had really nice tits, I mean a really cracking pair that just stayed there when she stripped down; they just didn't drop at all. I am not sure I am ready to go out for the first time with the lads on the 16th August and know that I'm likely to bump into her out in Liverpool with someone else. Knowing her too, she'll probably show off her tits to their best and do that funny cross over thing she does with her legs. Whenever she used to do that it would leave men floundering, almost on the floor drooling at her.
I used to worry that I was her first and only lover and that eventually she'd be tempted away by someone else, someone more famous than me. But she re-assured me that she wanted to stay with me for the rest of her live. I couldn't believe it. I was in love. I was the only one to be able to enjoy those fancy tits. Forever. It was only at Christmas that we had some pictures taken at home and this really did reassure me that I was the only one for her. I remember about January time, she seemed a little funny; almost distant. She had just started going out with some mates to a different town with some out of town girls and I really wondered if they were having an influence on her, telling she could do better. Looking back, she never did directly tell me she wasn't leaving but she did start to talk about seeing the world and doing other things; Christ, she even talked about going to Europe. Previously she'd always been happy with holidays in the New Forest.
Come Easter time, I was beginning to hear whispers that she had been seen with someone else on one of these out of town trips with the girls and I thought they were starting to have an influence; her behavior changed; she started wearing slutty clothes like her Northern friends and even started ignoring what was best for us. We'd always shopped at Lidl and even though I sat her down and reviewed our spending and that we had more success in Lidl, she started looking at Waitrose.
The rumour talk got more and more; she said less and less to me and I became so stressed at the thought of those awkward moments, that for a few days I switched of my phone. Maybe that was wrong, but her behavior had become intolerable. All through this time, my mate in Cardiff kept telling me that he name was still on the lease for the flat along with mine, and without my say so, she couldn't leave. She wasn't leaving. There was a contract for the flat. We hadn't even discussed the possibility of changing the terms on that lease. She was going nowhere he said and could see no evidence to the contrary, but I wasn't convinced. She's gone now and so is he. No support. That day was horrible, I sort of knew it was happening, but she threw the blouse I had given her back at me and emptied the wardrobe, refusing to ever wear anything from me again. To start with I didn't tell people everything and then she leaked this out to the local gossip - she's a fat cow herself.
I am feeling hurt right now and I know it will ease.
But. The next time I see her and she will be displaying those oh so tantalizing tits, they will be being displayed for someone else, someone more famous, someone who won't love her like I did, someone who will probably dump her soon and I can see her crawling on her hands and knees begging to come back. No, she won't be coming back. She can go and show those tits (they'll be saggy ones by then) to the place where the saggy old tits and tarts get together for one last hurrah, looking for a few quid.
Bitch.
Tonight I was out for my friends birthday and ended up back at her parents' house. They have an African Grey parrot which is awesome as ****. Sing "Always look on the bright side of life" at it and it replies with the whistling bit. They also had a pond with koi, sturgeon and catfish!
I think this happened a while back. Although, I thought she was suing them in relation to one of the paparazzi side missions where you have to photograph a celebrity that looked like her giving a blow job..
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