Reply With QuoteI was trying not to think about him using my lavatory, to be honest.Originally Posted by Viva Prat Vegas
One presumes your exterior visage was at complete odds with your inner thoughts at that moment
One presumes your exterior visage was at complete odds with your inner thoughts at that moment
10 characters? Pile of cund.
I was trying not to think about him using my lavatory, to be honest.
One presumes your exterior visage was at complete odds with your inner thoughts at that moment
"I've Christened the crapper for ya, geez"
Hang on... you've employed Herbert Augustus Chapman in to do the job
He'll be going through the drawers (and your wifes) when your back's turned
Precisely. Fun Has a bland, innocent connotation and implies, to me at least, some degree of organisation.When people start going on about 'fun', I figuratively release the safety on my Browning. Such people are deeply suspect.
As Dr Johnson put it: 'Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment'.
No such scheme could ever compare to seeing someone fall over, or watching a huge drunken argument unfold over absolutely nothing and admiring the fall out. It only stops being fun if it turns violent.
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
'Fun' is the sort of thing people who organise 'activities' at company parties think they are encouraging.Precisely. Fun Has a bland, innocent connotation and implies, to me at least, some degree of organisation.
No such scheme could ever compare to seeing someone fall over, or watching a huge drunken argument unfold over absolutely nothing and admiring the fall out
Enjoyment is what you derive at such events by ignoring these activities and getting riotously drunk instead.
As an introvert, the very thought of having 'organised fun' with other people fills me with absolute dread.
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Yes, that is pretty much it. THe maximum level of organisation I will permit isworking out whose round it is. Even a 'whip' is a bit too formal for me.
Anything coming under the umbrella of 'activities' is not my cup of tea. On a stag weekend in Newcastle Iwas railroaded into some sort of go-karting at 9 in the morning. I had got to bed at about 5 in the morning and felt terrible. I wasnt happy. After the'activity' we went to a pub to watch an Arsenal Spurs game (the stag party was about 50/50 split) and the game ended in a huge row between two or three of the party over a refereeing decision. Some awful things were saidand we were all asked to leave the pub.
I was almost collapsed on the floor laughing. Now THAT is fun
Bigg Market or Quayside?Yes, that is pretty much it. THe maximum level of organisation I will permit isworking out whose round it is. Even a 'whip' is a bit too formal for me.
Anything coming under the umbrella of 'activities' is not my cup of tea. On a stag weekend in Newcastle Iwas railroaded into some sort of go-karting at 9 in the morning. I had got to bed at about 5 in the morning and felt terrible. I wasnt happy. After the'activity' we went to a pub to watch an Arsenal Spurs game (the stag party was about 50/50 split) and the game ended in a huge row between two or three of the party over a refereeing decision. Some awful things were saidand we were all asked to leave the pub.
I was almost collapsed on the floor laughing. Now THAT is fun
I'm guessing the former...
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Not really sure. I believe it was on a fairly long road that leads towards Big Market.
I was never entirely sure where I was. I believe the strip club that I refused to go in was in Big Market.
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