Pendulousity C. That's teh characteristic we require. great big pendulous, swinging titties like Nigella's
oh Nigella, sweet Nigella,
My head spins like a propeller
Dreaming of your titties naked and unfurled.
They come in the room before ya
They're the reason I adore ya
They're the finest Bristol Citys in the world
I was 17.
that number keeps coming up and was in Glasgow and went out with this girl for a few days sightseeing we had a stroll about then went to the B&B then went out again after it was new years. it was weird with all these scots people shaking my hands and wishing me a happy new year. my London ways didn't like it.
All that's missing is a book of poetry stained with the butter drips from crumpets.
Ah, Paula from Knaresborough. I once boned a chick from Yorkshire. I met her in a bar through a mutual acquaintance. I knew she was the girl for me that night because she was wearing a smock with stains down the front, and when I asked if she wanted a drink she replied, "Aye, I'll 'ave a pint o' bitter but first Ah need a slash."
I grew up (or, in reality, failed to) on the Isle of Wight and was also 17 in the Summer of '82. All summers were very similar.
Strange encounters in strange places with strange grockles. All the music was ****e in the 80s.