falling off me. I mean yes, there's the hacking cough, the wildly fluctuating temperatures, the shakiness, the aching joints, the general sense of enervation and the flop sweats, but...y'know...weight loss :thumbup:
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falling off me. I mean yes, there's the hacking cough, the wildly fluctuating temperatures, the shakiness, the aching joints, the general sense of enervation and the flop sweats, but...y'know...weight loss :thumbup:
Have you washed your balls? I don't like to think of you sitting there with sweaty balls.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Well I've washed one of them. The other one I'm pretty sure got incinerated in Tooting about 12 years ago.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Oh, we can still use the plural, can't we? The whole satchel arrangement is still extant, after all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
For simplicity's sake, yes. I was really just pre-empting someone else (probably Pokster) jumping in.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Talking of incineration, I drive past Enfield Crematorium most mornings and it makes me laugh whenever I see smoke chuffing out of the top. Is that weird?
It's like the urge to giggle at a funeral, I suppose. Nerves, isn't it? Faced with one's own mortality and all that, one is going to laugh or cry.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
I think it's the fact that it's so public that makes me laugh. Here we all are, pretending nothing's happening, while if we look to our left, some poor cünt's becoming air pollution. :hehe:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
not to mention the crying like a baby girl.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Dysentery is even better b. Quite literally shít yourself skinny
how very dare youQuote:
Originally Posted by Burney
You know you would have.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pokster