• 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.

                            Hang in there MC. Sounds horrific

                              Millsy
                              It’s the odd one or two for now, but the signs are it’ll get worse.

                              Like the early episodes of The Walking Dead, the infestation is just beginning.

                                Millsy A flight time of 10h 15m. So assuming LT manages to push back by lunch, they should be landing around 7am local time.

                                  LT’s neighbour, Ahmet, has been slipped 15 euros to greet her with a garland and a flute of chilled cava at the front door.

                                    Millsy after which it’s straight over to the ironing board in the kitchen for a 2 hour sunset horseback ride.

                                      …chuffed with myself that I’d tackled it early yesterday, Waitrose 9am after the gym- flowers, fizz, chocs, card. Done.

                                      Came home, put them on the kitchen bench, forgot about them… went out, she came home to array of random unwrapped stuff and an unwritten card a day early.

                                      “SURPRISE!”