2nd hand mens Armani sunglasses for sale.............open to offers.
My mouths like ghandi's fucking sandal.
Sunday shandies? my arse.....8 pints of selected lagers, ranging from carling, fosters to wife beater....dush dush.
The hills are alive with the sound of.......... Horner rampaging round the street of Cleck as per fucking usual.
Friday
Kept my word, good as gold.......ish!
Met the girlies, Spug, Hayley, then Tina and Beth showed up at 9ish.
We sat in Spoons, joined by Jim for a short time, Danny came past and did some kind of brother handshake/wave at my father.......gutted. Next we watched the 9 second video on Hayleys phone of the cardigan swinging antics..........hecky thump.
Walked to the turnstiles, Spug running ahead to go to the bank. On average, Spug withdraws money from the bank about 28 times per weekend, which either means she draws £5 out at a time or she has a major drink problem.
So we sat down in the turnstiles and Tina and Beth chuckled about my fire, Lynn was in there with Paul.....why she goes to the same pubs as us at the same times we'll be in there is beyond me.......oh well.
Tina and Beth both bought me a test tube, which didn't have any real effect as i'd been drinking Cranberry juice earlier in the evening.
Went up to the Station, funnily enough Lynn and Paul were in there, me and Tina sang, even though i don't like karaoke any more, then i sang along to the Irish Rover without the words.
The regal beckoned, so we all had a piece of Spugs chewing gum, we do this every week, Beth was the one who spotted it. But without fail we down our drinks in the Station then we all have a piece of wrigleys extra........???????????
The regal was much of a nowtness this week, i chatted to the 2 4th team rugby players, Richard the one with the big nose, i've snogged him a couple of times in the past, mainly because i 1st thought he was Chris Rhodes. Anyhow Richard is nice he always offers to buy me drinks and is sweet to me.........so what did i do? told him all about AP that's what, so now he's not even a prospective future fuck buddy..i'm such a twat.
Hayley disappeared with Swamp thing, Steven showed up with Ricky Stead. Him and Beth did some courting on the dancefloor.
Me and Neil Jackson giggled about last Saturday, he said i had a very nice house and the sofa was very comfy for sleeping on.
Spuggy and me had curry, well i had curry Spug had 4 chips, so home and in bed at a reasonable hour.
Told you i could do it.
Saturday
Picked Ruth and Mark up at 7, drove over to Mirfield to middle brother Martyn, bird Tracey's 40th house party.
Had a very interesting time, Tracey was trying to get me to neck shooters as soon as i arrived even though i was driving, deary me.........i mainly just stood in the kitchen for 2 hours, there were a selection of older people in the lounge including Marlene and Jim.
The buffet was very nice indeed, i had one small ham sandwich a chicken wing and some pringles, which was plenty as i'd already had a piece of Stevens cold leftover pizza from the night before earlier in the day.
Set off back at 9.10pm and was on the outskirts of bindy wank at 9.20pm, Tina, Beth and Sarah were all in the car by half past and we sped to the Cottages, phoned for a cab and all had a nice glass of wine while we waited. Spug was chasing the taxi down the drive, we all got in and were at the Turnstiles before 10pm.
Had a couple of cidre ala blackcurrant, Jamz turned up wearing azure blue contact lenses...Tina later said, i'm dying to ask him if they are his real eyes...doh!
Up to the tavern which was chocker, we had some lagertops, it was too late to sing, thank fuck.
Chewing gum and regal, NOT ONE RUGBY PLAYER IN SIGHT.....oh glum glum glum.
Too sad to stay out, so had a couple of pints a half hearted boogie, decided Luther was the only man i could trust so left Tina and beth talking to Whiteman, while me and Spug (i'm just running ahead to the bank) and Sarah walked to A2B taxis, some blond girl was manning the phones while reading a book, ordered the cab and she said it'd be 5 minutes and went back to her novel, Sarah started fiddling with stuff as she can't sit still and i renouned for ripping up owt she can get her hands on.
So within 3 1/2 mins she's dragged the fuse box from the corner and opened it...........while this was all going on we decided we'd done fuck all this weekend to blog about, UNTIL.................
I tripped the fuse switch and turned all the electric off, so the 3 of us sat giggling in the pitch dark like naughty S. Trinnians, while blond bird was trying the tannoy thing "any car free in? any car free in?" Ha ha ha ha ha.
Sarah got 1/2 way home, while blond bird came over the radio, "i'm back thanks to the nice man for fixing the fuse Box"....drat. fucking do gooders, we would have gotten away with it, if it hadn't been for those pesky kids.
I'll blog Sunday after lunch.
Sunday shandies? my arse.....8 pints of selected lagers, ranging from carling, fosters to wife beater....dush dush.
The hills are alive with the sound of.......... Horner rampaging round the street of Cleck as per fucking usual.
Friday
Kept my word, good as gold.......ish!
Met the girlies, Spug, Hayley, then Tina and Beth showed up at 9ish.
We sat in Spoons, joined by Jim for a short time, Danny came past and did some kind of brother handshake/wave at my father.......gutted. Next we watched the 9 second video on Hayleys phone of the cardigan swinging antics..........hecky thump.
Walked to the turnstiles, Spug running ahead to go to the bank. On average, Spug withdraws money from the bank about 28 times per weekend, which either means she draws £5 out at a time or she has a major drink problem.
So we sat down in the turnstiles and Tina and Beth chuckled about my fire, Lynn was in there with Paul.....why she goes to the same pubs as us at the same times we'll be in there is beyond me.......oh well.
Tina and Beth both bought me a test tube, which didn't have any real effect as i'd been drinking Cranberry juice earlier in the evening.
Went up to the Station, funnily enough Lynn and Paul were in there, me and Tina sang, even though i don't like karaoke any more, then i sang along to the Irish Rover without the words.
The regal beckoned, so we all had a piece of Spugs chewing gum, we do this every week, Beth was the one who spotted it. But without fail we down our drinks in the Station then we all have a piece of wrigleys extra........???????????
The regal was much of a nowtness this week, i chatted to the 2 4th team rugby players, Richard the one with the big nose, i've snogged him a couple of times in the past, mainly because i 1st thought he was Chris Rhodes. Anyhow Richard is nice he always offers to buy me drinks and is sweet to me.........so what did i do? told him all about AP that's what, so now he's not even a prospective future fuck buddy..i'm such a twat.
Hayley disappeared with Swamp thing, Steven showed up with Ricky Stead. Him and Beth did some courting on the dancefloor.
Me and Neil Jackson giggled about last Saturday, he said i had a very nice house and the sofa was very comfy for sleeping on.
Spuggy and me had curry, well i had curry Spug had 4 chips, so home and in bed at a reasonable hour.
Told you i could do it.
Saturday
Picked Ruth and Mark up at 7, drove over to Mirfield to middle brother Martyn, bird Tracey's 40th house party.
Had a very interesting time, Tracey was trying to get me to neck shooters as soon as i arrived even though i was driving, deary me.........i mainly just stood in the kitchen for 2 hours, there were a selection of older people in the lounge including Marlene and Jim.
The buffet was very nice indeed, i had one small ham sandwich a chicken wing and some pringles, which was plenty as i'd already had a piece of Stevens cold leftover pizza from the night before earlier in the day.
Set off back at 9.10pm and was on the outskirts of bindy wank at 9.20pm, Tina, Beth and Sarah were all in the car by half past and we sped to the Cottages, phoned for a cab and all had a nice glass of wine while we waited. Spug was chasing the taxi down the drive, we all got in and were at the Turnstiles before 10pm.
Had a couple of cidre ala blackcurrant, Jamz turned up wearing azure blue contact lenses...Tina later said, i'm dying to ask him if they are his real eyes...doh!
Up to the tavern which was chocker, we had some lagertops, it was too late to sing, thank fuck.
Chewing gum and regal, NOT ONE RUGBY PLAYER IN SIGHT.....oh glum glum glum.
Too sad to stay out, so had a couple of pints a half hearted boogie, decided Luther was the only man i could trust so left Tina and beth talking to Whiteman, while me and Spug (i'm just running ahead to the bank) and Sarah walked to A2B taxis, some blond girl was manning the phones while reading a book, ordered the cab and she said it'd be 5 minutes and went back to her novel, Sarah started fiddling with stuff as she can't sit still and i renouned for ripping up owt she can get her hands on.
So within 3 1/2 mins she's dragged the fuse box from the corner and opened it...........while this was all going on we decided we'd done fuck all this weekend to blog about, UNTIL.................
I tripped the fuse switch and turned all the electric off, so the 3 of us sat giggling in the pitch dark like naughty S. Trinnians, while blond bird was trying the tannoy thing "any car free in? any car free in?" Ha ha ha ha ha.
Sarah got 1/2 way home, while blond bird came over the radio, "i'm back thanks to the nice man for fixing the fuse Box"....drat. fucking do gooders, we would have gotten away with it, if it hadn't been for those pesky kids.
I'll blog Sunday after lunch.
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