Dry January
So is that a deal, dave? Can we all move on or do you want to persist with this shite?
It’s pretty simple Simon (and Peppa Pig Table), you bore the tits of me by ruining all the threads I might want to read or contribute to by posting shite ‘BERK’ puns like a giddy 8 year old who’s just learnt a swearword, and I’ll be as tedious back.
It was funny for about a day.
Agreed, Kells. It was bantworthy a week ago.
Si not agreeing to the truce, thinking his one joke is still worth plugging away with.
LOL. You couldn’t make it up.
The BERKionaire BERKs Club post properly made me laugh I have to say.
The more tenuous the better.
Si is such an obsequious tosser he’s calling everyone mate mate and can’t move past the one thing he’s struck upon that has ever got a laugh on here.
Total clownshoe.
As did Si’s “slur Alex whiskey nose bacon face berkuson” post.
A re-set required.
Deep breath everyone and we go again.
En masse, together, a prog community in arms, welded together by Trisco’s Musak and Sasha’s GU:13 (CD1) and Oakey’s 007 New York.
Onwards!
Churchillian stuff that.
I should have been a life coach.
Gwaaan Dave.
The self awareness of a shoe
- Edited
Waking up after 9 hours of sleep without any hangover, not even a small one, knowing you have the full day to do whatever you wish, only Covid-restricted activities notwithstanding, is a deffo bonus of Dry January.
It’s not like I had bad hangovers every weekend, but most Sunday and Saturday mornings driving a car before noon was an impossibility, and forget about excercising more than having a walk.
Homegrove and forget about excersining more than having a walk
You spelt ‘wank’ wrong, Hannu