Mrs WES will not get a card or flowers.
Mrs WES will get a best end of lamb with roasting juices, sautéed potatoes, asparagus, Laurent Perrier rose champagne, Charbonnet and Walker truffles and my massive cock.
Lucky Mrs WES.
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Mrs WES will not get a card or flowers.
Mrs WES will get a best end of lamb with roasting juices, sautéed potatoes, asparagus, Laurent Perrier rose champagne, Charbonnet and Walker truffles and my massive cock.
Lucky Mrs WES.
I won't.
I think the whole thing is *******s to be fair and luckily my Mrs, being a functioning adult, tends to concur.
My missus will get peace and quiet as I am out at a meeting
She will get a good 90 minutes.....Quote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
as I will be watching PSG v Barca
Not even a shag, SW? Or is that your present to her?Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
What passes between me and Mrs C is known only to us and to the stars. Our love is a sanctification of all existence, not a matter for your titillation.Quote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
She got flowers and a card and she should be grateful I've even gone that far, tbh. Tonight I will cook steak, we will doubtless watch an episode of Quarry and then get a decent night's kip.Quote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
Load of old shîte.
I don’t need it to be February 14th to desperately plead for a shag, the demands of the media and modern society do not dictate to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
I recall the excitement of this day when a young teenager, to rush home from school in a state of nervous anticipation to be met with no cards in the post, none. To then move on and when asked by mates to of course answer in the region of 5, perhaps 6 if you wanted to include the tarty girl from the big estate who would always allow you to put your hand inside her jumper.
Now I am nearly 50. I shall watch Champions League football perhaps and at this point I have no idea what my dinner will be. Whatever it is I can ensure you it will be based on minimum effort.
I'm right off sex now that I've been forced to visualise WES hammering away noisily, doubtless gushing torrents of sweat from every pore.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
His poor wife must need a snorkel. And earplugs.
"Now some guys they just give up livin'Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
And start dyin' little by little
Piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racin' in the street"
Of course it should be remembered that our protagonist, unable to find what he seeks on the strip, eventually "rides to the sea" to "wash these sins from our hands", a clear metaphor for suicide.
So perhaps ceasing to care about anything, becoming a cold, dessicated husk of what was once human, and choosing to schlubb in front of the TV has its merits after all.
I get to spend it watching football and drinking with Withnail and Lar - what more could one wantQuote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
He is a big lad and hardly what one would describe as co-ordinated, so one imagines she must be a powerful lady to cope.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
One is reminded of the Reginald D Hunter line, "I was at a party and I saw this girl I liked, she had a big ass and titties, you know. Looked like she could take a pounding."
One can only hope that Aphrodite will work her magic on this special day, and that the evening will end with the three of you in a writhing, sweaty mess of limbs and genitals.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
Now that is an image with which to conjure.
Back in 5.
Hey, a threesome's a threesome, la. :thumbup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
I understand this view, Burney, but it is misguided.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Mrs WES does all the screaming such is the size of my engorged member, and for whatever reason, as sweaty a f@cker as I am in normal life, when engaged in sexual congress I sweat not one bead. Marvellous thing is the human body.
I was going to ask who you were expecting in town.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
It's all a bit graphic on here this morning.Quote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
I care about a lot of things, I just don't get fooled into silly sh*t like Valentines Day and indeed most other "events" created by media and card companies such as Mothers and Fathers day. They are *******s.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Birthdays I do.
Springsteen I assume??
:nod: Racing In The Street. From Darkness On The Edge Of Town, 1978.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
His finest album, I think.
On balance, I think I was less nauseated by Monty scraping shït out of his daughter's vagina.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pat Vegas
Monty has been using that trick for years.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Bloody cheek. One look at you, Charles, and a chap can see that you are hopeless at sport. It oozes out of you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
WES, on the other hand, is a sporting god. Football, basketball, hockey, golf - pretty much any sport you can name I would excel at.
Pick a sport and even if I have never played it in my life, I shall give you a good thrashing at it. The gauntlet has been thrown down, harrumph.
She'll be shagging Berni theQuote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
You are a North Korean dictator and I claim my £5... and I'd thrash you at golfQuote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
Same as any other night.Quote:
Originally Posted by World's End Stella
I do not see why one has to pull out the stops one day a year to make up for being a **** the other 364 days :shrug: