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@momentaryloss wrote:
When I were a lad, we used to gnaw on an old bit of rusty metal and drink some bin juice before our step father beat us to sleep with a supermarket trolley handle.
We got up before we went bed, did a 22 hour paper round then paid the boss for the privilege of looking for gas leaks with a lit match down pit.
We had so little, but somehow we were happier in those days. Now I have a phone, a computer, a working bladder and a new prosthetic, yet I’m miserable as sin.
Ah the good ol days.
Take me back…..
….or take me away. One of the two.
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ah the good old day eh, just like when i was a young one down t’mill :wink:
@panda12 wrote:
My cats and dogs, in order to eat, will of course, have eaten me” :D
nope your dogs will lay down beside you and mourn till they starve to death, its the cats that WILL eat you.
btw Cosy whats your sons middle name, it cant be as bad as my mate whos middle name is Camillis (we found out at confirmation time when we had to bring in our birth certs) he still hasnt lived it down – what where his parents thinking??
maybe some people have had sheltered lives.
THIS IS NO JOKE.
my eldest brother used to hang around with a Richard Head, now theres some sick twisted parents out there or did they just not think.
my history teacher told us once (many moons ago) that in college he and his mates would go to the shops (in the good old days when they’d give out food samples) fill up on those and have their money for beer and smokes – top idea.
the least ive had in my house was flour and eggs, we lived on pancakes for a week. Beans on toast was like a bloody sunday roast when we evendualty got some money.
@terry wrote:
She had the upper hand at this “first meeting” as she had a photograph of Potts,
and she still turned up!!!!!
Feck the hell off, Ive just hung my Halloween dec’s up.
CHRIST SAKE.
I FECKING HATE CHRISTMAS.
