Reply With QuoteI'm not in the least surprised, b. I suppose sw is probably curing an aul' pig in the bath, so there's nowhere to clean the clothes unless Mrs sw pops down to the Liffey to bash them agin a rock.Originally Posted by Burney
I'm only glad Sir C isn't here to hear about this. He's quite fastidious in his own way and this would distress him no end.
I'm not in the least surprised, b. I suppose sw is probably curing an aul' pig in the bath, so there's nowhere to clean the clothes unless Mrs sw pops down to the Liffey to bash them agin a rock.
The Marc Almond ones ?
10 characters? Pile of cund.
Oh, you are here. This is alarming stuff. When you met sw did you notice a musty odour emanating from his downstairs?
Happily I haven't smelt anything since 1988. Admittedly he didn't look particularly hygienic, but I assumed he had simply spent the morning tarmacing a road.
We shouldn't really mock the third world b. They have money now, of course, but it will take hundreds of years of education and an enlightenment to bring them to civilised standards.
I don't think I'd ever be able to meet him now without thinking about what's in his trousers.
Jesus christ man, do you mind!I don't think I'd ever be able to meet him now without thinking about what's in his trousers.
I'm sorry, sw, but I can't get my mind off your pestiferous lower portions.
Nor can your Mum.I'm sorry, sw, but I can't get my mind off your pestiferous lower portions.
*My sincerest apologies to the ultimate Mrs B. You will appreciate I never indulge in this gutter humour but this one had to be done.
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