Blood for the Baron!

What kind of butter?

Scott Mills should know better he's supposed to be a role model.... at the end of the day

Ironblood wrote:What kind of butter?

She didn't mention any brand names I'm afraid..Utterly Butterly perhaps?, but looking @ the size of her I would think it wouldn't be a low fat spread.

So to have a fulfilled sexual relationship entails taking it up the bum? Is she from essex or uranus?

Nah..Luton airport!

Thundershot wrote:I hope we get some of that nice bad weather here, then maybe the nieghbours wont keep me up till 2 in the morning dinking & talking in the back garden,
"Nah..Nah..Julie @ the end of da day..listen, Nah @ end of da day, right..."

@ the end of the day Julie, it's 2 in the morning & I can't get to sleep 'cuase your loudmouth mate can't keep her F@*king voice down, & I've got to be up early for work in the morning..

Besides @ the end of the day, right..it gets dark & we call it night time.

wish my neighbour would get struck by lightening, bloody bitch feeds the stray village dogs that keep attacking my dogs! she leaves her door open so they can sleep in her stairwell, so we have a pack of very territorial wild dogs who see the village as theirs!
there is one f*cker who is really viscous towards my female dog (terror) & ive told the woman im going to report it & she is aying that i must not care about animals. f*cking bitch! i help a lot with one of the animal charities here & was gonna risk getting arrested & sent down to save a dog trapped behind a temple wall that was being left to die (the local village elders would not allow a hole to be made in the wall coz all "their luck" would escape through the wall!) i was goint their with a sledge hammer but unfortunatly the dog died.
i dont want to get a dog put down, but if it's threatening my dog's safety what choice do i have?

thunder & lightening here right now, the rain storms here are unbelievable! you step into it for a second & it's like falling in a damn swimming pool!

We used to have two lesbians downstairs - they used to make all sorts of weird cooking smells, and they asked me to come round to change a lightbulb because they didn't know how.

AnnieM wrote:We used to have two lesbians downstairs - they used to make all sorts of weird cooking smells, and they asked me to come round to change a lightbulb because they didn't know how.

Is that all they wanted it sounds like a lame excuse?

If you had met them it wouldn't even have crossed your mind...

they were both a bit, well, "Jabba the Hutt"