desert

i used to work with a fella call Christopher Peacock. he goes by the name of chris

How come we're still on "macron matters"?

My daughter's God mother shared a house at uni with her. She can't stand the bitch. I would though.

optical illusion, he's got his mouth slightly open and the skin you can see is just the blokes forehead in the background.

not sure he's got grounds for loss of earnings? made a fucking packet at Everton didn't he??

Have always been in the West upper, a few years ago a bald headed bell end got a seat 2 rows behind. I honestly don't know why he forks out for a season ticket as he seemingly hates bolton wanderers. He moans at 100 decibels all ghe way through. Fucking cock womble

shit down i wank to break free

paint it, blacky

gays of thunder the grate escape a story of a kitten trapped in a grid

idiot 2 the green cornet the man with the golden cum the land before tim Jews the first one is supposed to be Song 2 by blur, but with the s replaced by an M

i like her. but i prefer maddie hinch shes a keeper alright.

wasps are flying bastards, i hold them in the same regard as traffic wardens ladybirds are my favorite. proper useful in the garden too.

think i might be having this for lunch

The exact same thing happened to me. Have you got proof of delivery? I did and even though their bank refused to honour the payment paypal did. Its a cunts trick

Wasn't a bridge too far set in Burma?

They weren't at the beginning

Happens in the co-op in Bromley Cross

Twas a doofer when i was a kid, now it is a didger

i used to deliver pop when i was 14/15 one of the houses i went to the woman was always in a dressing gown and she always bent over and the dressing gown always fell open! she was fit as fuck, they were the first real breasts i ever saw. nearly wanked my cock off the first time i saw em.

the krankies? their a pair of swingers ain't they? and one of them is tiny.

you'd be right seeing as pratley wasn't even on the pitch at that point! the cunt behind me was having a pop at henry, but kept calling him pratley, in the end i had to tell him he was subbed 20 mins ago.

my heart rate when we scored the second was 154. Dread to think whatvitvwas when the third went in!

what kind of cat was it a vauxhall tiger? perhaps a jaguar?

South Yorkshire police being cunts? I can hardly believe it!

my mums been, she ate a guinea pig......tastes like chicken!