• RichM

    • Post #13

    vinnyt77 that’s true. Ed gets about, the dirty slut

      You missed the pro before lapsed, Mono.

      A common Alter Server injury, I hear

        Old-Dutch Managed to avoid a good seeing to by our peado priest. Shout out to father Mcallum.

            Smallman1 I’m going all out by treating me Julie to a take-away on Friday night before heading to ALFOS with Wal on Saturday.

            The Boyfriend of the year award is all sewn up!

            A day away from Ed is a pretty good gift to be fair.

              She’s getting a card and a posh box of chocs, plus me cooking her dinner. Egg and chips if she is lucky . Maybe a gammon slice ( ooh err )

                • LT42

                  • Post #19

                  If you’re out buying “triple markup” flowers for your missus tomorrow you need your head serviced. Just put a wad of cash into a jar when you get home and torch the whole fucking thing. Same difference. That gouging shite gets right up my chimney.
                  “How much for 5 roses tied in a little bow so it looks proper?”
                  “700 euro, my dear. Will I write a note for the lucky woman?”
                  “You can yeah, and then you can shove the whole lot up your arse.”

                    Smallman1 …all that’s left for a Gold Star then is to propose to her munted Sunday morning and get Zackster to DJ a full on Jeff Mills deeper cuts set at the wedding. Job done .

                      IndustryStandard Egg and chips if she is lucky . Maybe a gammon slice ( ooh err )

                      Wouldn’t a sausage be more appropriate?

                      If yours looks like a gammon slice you should get it checked out.

                        LT42 we don’t bother, commercialised crap.

                        Nothing to do with me being a tight northerner

                          • LT42

                            • Post #25

                            Along_the_Wire if anything, Valentines Day is the most unromantic day of the year and a bit of a scam. Whats funny is the missus tried to book a table at a restaurant we normally go to and there was a “couples fee”. She told them where to go.

                              You should take her on a trip to the Maldives, LT.

                              Simulated, natch.

                                Millsy Invite a load of nouveau riche ‘PAX’ along to sit in the back with her, flaunting how much they’re spending on their honeymoons/engagements, for the full Maldives experience.

                                    Lol. Spraying her with a fine water mist from his gardening bottle while landing his ‘sea plane’

                                      bosstrabs
                                      There’s loads where we are staying this year. Massively gutted, one of the reasons we came back was lack of the cunts.

                                      Does make me piss how the ‘lads’ are still attached to their sportswear whilst the wimmin are done up so much!

                                        Edit.

                                        And walking round calling home on speakerphone.