It's not my fault you swapped your brown sauce for a beard wax, mate.
It's not my fault you swapped your brown sauce for a beard wax, mate.
If I call you a **** can we just sweep it all under the carpet and go back to how it once was?
I’m afraid to even touch on me and the lad watching Eridivisie matches, or his spoken desire to get a “different” Portuguese club shirt when we are there this summer.
Farkin 'ell. Now the other character from Father Ted has woken up an delivered three paragraphs of cohesive, critical thought.
Nail on the Head SW - BTW, you're not the same Captain Steve Williams that recently flew me from Shannon to Heathrow are you (Aer Lingus)?
I haven't yet indulged; it was a positively Smileyesque rendezvous, due to the recent feeling of the collar of a chap close to the operation, causing much nervousness and a tightening of security arrangements.
I was directed to a quiet street, at the end of which stood a stranger, at whom I had to flash my headlamps twice