I mean it's WES I feel sorry for. Imagine having to be associated with this. :-(
http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2018/02...ce_a_23368812/
I mean it's WES I feel sorry for. Imagine having to be associated with this. :-(
http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2018/02...ce_a_23368812/
I was made to dress up as an Indian to go to a party in Jaipur once. I looked an utter cóck. The place was full of politicians and Bollywood stars and they were all wearing Armani fúcking suits and giggling at me. In order to cover my pain I drank most of a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label and then got caught by the host taking a píss in his bushes with my kurta pajama round my ankles.
I almost feel sorry for Justine.
Christ, when I got involved in that raw chilli-eating competition... and when I poked my finger into the dessert of the woman sitting next to me and enquired, "Do you really need those calories?" :-(
I was relying on you to keep me on the straight and narrow.
:nod: A full Nuptial Mass is an arse-numbingly grim business. Had one at my cousin's wedding. She married some culchie whose family were very devout and - oh, dear God - not merely invited their parish priest to the wedding, but requested the dreary old cünt to give a speech at the reception. He must have spoken for an hour, ffs.
Sir C "There is little more exhilirating than spraying the foliage with a deft, devil-may-care flick of the wrist."
Remind me never to shake hands with you
LA "There was a fairly obvious flaw in that plan, wasn't there?"
I like the idea of a tipping point with Sir C
The point at which the alcohol enters his system
:hehe: