so warm that it nearly singed me roots!
- In Euro 2020
Fuck me, am I ever cunted! IT’S COMING HOME!!!!!
Hursty lad, if you find yourself once again getting the vapors, feel free to shoot a jab into me soil. Since Dave’s had his second dose his apartment has looked like the port of Yangshan; what with all the dock side whores coming and going. Wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t ground zero for the next mutation!
mono-stereo Surely you don’t get to choose where you go, considering you’re 100 percent reliant on Dave carrying you around?
No secret that I am not as spry on me roots as I’d like, but I’ll nawt complain. Dave is a right pal. Sure he needs me to suck up ever other G n’ T for him, but again, it could be worse. When I seen a new Chinee curry opened up down Brighton way, I said meself “DHP, we’re in for a boozer!” Couple of cheeky pints in the indirect sun, and viddy a few stamens by the shore? Aye, I’ll be toted around like a babe for a bit o’ that, and not say boo about it!
Full solidarity with Dave. If Hursty thinks Flares getting to post yet another pair of brown trabs is more important than the health and wellbeing of the forum, then this place can fookin’ do one!
’sides, it’s almost summer lads. Last thing this places needs is another Jules and Vin. I’m takin’ me foliage ta Brighton!
To hell with Dave, what about me!? He hasn’t left the bedroom to give us a watering in over 2 weeks! One minute he’s leading a conga line of bird’s from CungPow Curry round the living room, and the next think I know they’re bolting out of his bedsit with handfuls of xbox games! Two weeks on, and the smell coming from there is awful! Help us out lads. Me roots are dry as a bone, and I’ve been sober for near on two weeks! HELP!
Fuckin’ ell, that’s Figgy! RIP mate. Top top lad, but never could handle a pint, if I’m being honest.
Oi Oi, well up for this then! I can taste the ribs now, lads! Afters at our place natch!
bosstrabs Probably only a matter of time before I decide to re-plant DHP in the garden, the annoying cunt.
See how he likes it outside.
The Greenfell Community Gardens!? That’s a death sentence!
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No mate, no we weren’t. Dave brought back the lass from the local Chinese chippy round the corner. As soon as he popped into the bog for a spag, so he could pace himself like, I said to meself “DHP we’re in for a boozer”… And fookin’ ell was I right. Woke up to find a can o’ bitter stuck right in me soil!
Please excuse Dave, lads. We had a reet time last night!
Don’t fink for one second that Dave’s above takin’ ‘is bowl o’ spag n’ dumpin’ ’alf into thee closest fern.
Don’t mind a splash of White Claw on me roots, I must say.
Smallman1 Feekin’ come over mate! Dave is trying to bind his date’s feet in the other room, and I’m gaggin’ for a line!
Might be the Morettis talking, but bamboo on Dave’s desk is looking property nawty!
Help us out lads! It’s still early doors and yet ’ear we are. 3.5 pints isn’t ‘ardly’ enoof to deal with this!
Oi Oi lads, looking to be a proper weekend this. I’m a half pint in all ready!
Fookin’ ’ell mate! Spaghetti Bolognese… ’ever ’eard of it? Lush stuff. Well… not that I’d really know as Dave doesn’t dump any into me pot!