Your wife's accent had you there I suspect, as chief says it's Wind. The way we say it though does sound like wine.
...indeed... we go to the Brasseria for a bite if ever we are down for a fees days ...lovely grub.
Your wife's accent had you there I suspect, as chief says it's Wind. The way we say it though does sound like wine.
Both Cambridge and Oxford are (to be fair, probably more like were) dull.I enjoyed living in Nottingham when I was younger, that's the only city where I lived that I feel I had a connection with. London I hate, Cambridge and Oxford are nice but feel small.
Both Cambridge and Oxford are (to be fair, probably more like were) dull.
What's that coming over the hill? Is it an HIAG!
...indeed... we go to the Brasseria for a bite if ever we are down for a fees days ...lovely grub.

It's a plan.Its Friday.....that's right its God day.
So today I shall take it easy. Arrange to meet Hasan after prayers to grip my weekend supply off him.
Now I'm contemplating breakfast.
Dont do it Homer it's haram!Its Friday.....that's right its God day.
So today I shall take it easy. Arrange to meet Hasan after prayers to grip my weekend supply off him.
Now I'm contemplating breakfast.
Dont do it Homer it's haram!
Lolz such a dope......you know what I meant.......I stuck to the eggs, beans and toast, left the bacon out. Thanks for your concern Flanders.
... first Turkey one - Venison and Beef Welly previously ... just had enough time to leave HIAG seething and screaming the "Sweet lord" type of epithet that only him and Saints use at the start of posts

I have a gig tonight, which I am looking forward to, despite the heavy head-cold. It's the band's favourite (and probably most prestigious) venue. Every song had the adoring punters screaming for more, last gig.
I might wear the spandex, tonight.


The Farting Ferret in Cromer again?
... have The Heavy Head Cold taken your place as main support to Gerald The Dancing Pig and The Cromer Sea Scouts? ...
Treating myself to a power nap.
Layta.
Seriously? It's utterly ****; a over cooked pieces of meat still cooking on a skillet with a jacket ****ing potato.
That place has been robbing mugs for decades. They add a standard two bottles of wine to the bill as it is full of large groups of pissed blokes and birds as its clientele who they hope won't notice.
They're opening one in Mumbles too, the ****ers. I won't be going, there are countless better places in Swansea and Mumbles.
