Bleach! Mmmmmmmmm...
My tear ducts have shrivelled and withered. I cannot cry anymore, but my nose does run more freely when I'm upset.
Now stop beating around the bush, and PM me a pic you flighty bitch...
Can you not recognise tasteless 'Golf Club' decor when you see it? It was my lil' bruvva's birthday party, hence the 1000 yard stare as I was...
Just reading that article has made my nadger involuntarily twich and shrivel...
Accrington Stanley? Who are they? *drinks milk*
Well said Bazza, I shall take your earnest medical advice forthwith. Just need to clean my pipe as I don't smoke that tobacco shite.
Don't. I'm shy in real life...
Bruce Lee never mentioned that technique...
So people like you can find them, ergo, making yourself feel superior? Just a thought mind...
Who gives a fuck about the english? What are you on about woman? You fancy me don't you?
I was going to suggest that but I couldn't be arsed responding to her...nice job...
If you beat him with your dick, it could be interpreted as pretty gay....
I appreciate your discretion. Same time, same amount next month...
Sorted.
A wee pat? As opposed to a 'shit' pat? I fucking hate scotch people. Talk english you insipid witch.
*realises needs more popcorn as it's just gayboy posturing stuff going on at the moment*
Yes. And dull as well if i'm not mistaken...
*heats up popcorn, ready for the rumble*
Don' be dissin our national sport, foo' COME ON YOU MIGHTY REDS!!
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