english, we`re sorry mate, but up here we take the piss and nobody takes offence, maybe it`s a northern thing, there is no slur on claire n steve it`s just our humour, we won`t apologise for that, maybe just stay in the north
erm it was a joke people, we are not quick fixers or obnoxious and take offence at that remark!!!!!!! we where genually trying to put our names down for the munch but if you can`t take nortrhen humour then we won`t fit anyway
not suprised, there isn`t a motorway or mountain for a hundred miles
thanks mal,
let`s just be on the lookout, cos he`ll be back with a new e-mail adress
funny just been reading his locked posts from posts ago,
does he hold the record, lighten up dodgy
hi f-c :welcome: 2 :swingingchair:
stick with it
Gentlemen, may i ask for some serious discussion on this delicate subject,
having just been told by flick to trim my pubes for our visit to utopia tonight, i decided to give the gonads a little shave, shit, of all the advice on here, no one said where shaving, should start and end, there is no "plimsol" line so to speak.
Having almost cracked two vertibrae trying to see up to my arsehole, (all mirrors are fixed and super gluing my feet to the ceiling only resulted in 2 foot shaped holes in the plaster and a sore head) i decided there should be an international standard.
Not knowing what it would be, i invented my own.
Fit an elastic band around your bollocks, thereby giving you a plimsol, hereby known as the "plumsol line" and all areas protruding from this line are the shaving area, this should prevent any confusion and stop you shaving down to your knees.
Please remember if adopting this method, remove the plumsol line asap or your gonads will take on the apperance of an old bruised peach.
I have already applied for the patent.
binned,
just logged off to do the washing up and had three fuckin phone calls trying to sell mortgages
logged on again to keep the phone engaged
i nominate cold callers
thanks neil, i`ll cancel the bobbies then
Redneck Family Tree
Many, many years ago
When I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow
Who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a daughter
Who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course was my step-mother.
Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mom.
And it surely makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She is my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!
wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is all i can say