:hehe: :bebe:

[Viva Prat Vegas]

Sorry, I'm still laughing at last night's result

[IUFG]

Sorry, I'm still laughing at last night's result

schadenfreude is a very ugly thing...
























not really :hehe:

[Sir C]

Sorry, I'm still laughing at last night's result

It was no laughing matter s. How could they send Priya home when that mincing puddlejumper Michael keeps talking about bottoms? It's disgraceful.

[barrybueno]

schadenfreude is a very ugly thing...
























not really :hehe:

That word is incredibly apt today, gotta love ze Germans (sometimes)

[Viva Prat Vegas]

Hmmm...guessing this is a reference to some kind of show which feels the need for incidental 'mood' music to ramp up the emotions for the hard of emoting

The Apprentice, Masterchef, Celebrity Squares - that kind of thing

[IUFG]

That word is incredibly apt today, gotta love ze Germans (sometimes)

the BBC article describing last night as "Their worst defeat since losing to Colchester" :hehe:

[barrybueno]

the BBC article describing last night as "Their worst defeat since losing to Colchester" :hehe:

:hehe: Blimey I'd already forgotten about that, not a very good week in their illustrious history tbh

[Sir C]

Hmmm...guessing this is a reference to some kind of show which feels the need for incidental 'mood' music to ramp up the emotions for the hard of emoting

The Apprentice, Masterchef, Celebrity Squares - that kind of thing

GBBO. Cakewatch, if you will.

[Burney]

It was no laughing matter s. How could they send Priya home when that mincing puddlejumper Michael keeps talking about bottoms? It's disgraceful.

Priya’s eye kept wandering about randomly. Very upsetting. They’re an unprepossessing lot.

There’s the fitness poof; the mincer; the organ-playing Christian closet case; the horsey girl you can bet would be an absolute bunny-boiler if you were ever mad enough to get into a relationship with her; the helium-huffing snake-bothering vet and the weird monkey-like fringe girl who still lives at home and works in Tesco to the obvious despair of her poor mother.

I can’t warm to any of them.

[Sir C]

Priya’s eye kept wandering about randomly. Very upsetting. They’re an unprepossessing lot.

There’s the fitness poof; the mincer; the organ-playing Christian closet case; the horsey girl you can bet would be an absolute bunny-boiler if you were ever mad enough to get into a relationship with her; the helium-huffing snake-bothering vet and the weird monkey-like fringe girl who still lives at home and works in Tesco to the obvious despair of her poor mother.

I can’t warm to any of them.

That simian chick has something about her... get her going and I reckon you've got yourself an uncontrollable sexual dynamo there.

Also, the posh horsey one has a good arse.

[Burney]

That simian chick has something about her... get her going and I reckon you've got yourself an uncontrollable sexual dynamo there.

Also, the posh horsey one has a good arse.

Oh, I said I couldn’t warm to them, not that I wouldn’t fùck them. :shrug:

But good arse or no, in thon horsey one’s eyes flicker the starshells of madness, you mark my words.

[Sir C]

Oh, I said I couldn’t warm to them, not that I wouldn’t fùck them. :shrug:

But good arse or no, in thon horsey one’s eyes flicker the starshells of madness, you mark my words.

In my youth I was often called upon to weigh the benefits of an exceptional figure against the minor inconveniences of having my bunny boiled.

The arse won. Every. Single. Time.

[Burney]

In my youth I was often called upon to weigh the benefits of an exceptional figure against the minor inconveniences of having my bunny boiled.

The arse won. Every. Single. Time.

Of course - how else would one know the signs, after all. But it’s at least gratifying to look at such things from the lofty heights of age and wisdom and pretend that, in the unlikely event one were to be presented with such an opportunity in our decrepit condition, we would behave more circumspectly.

[Sir C]

Of course - how else would one know the signs, after all. But it’s at least gratifying to look at such things from the lofty heights of age and wisdom and pretend that, in the unlikely event one were to be presented with such an opportunity in our decrepit condition, we would behave more circumspectly.

You'd be up it like a ferret up a trouser leg.

[Burney]

You'd be up it like a ferret up a trouser leg.

Lord, yes! :nod:

[Viva Prat Vegas]

I see there's a dungaree-wearer on there so presume they're without husband