pikey

@ToMmY-ToXeN wrote:

i’m friends with someone who works there so they’ve started to get in just a couple boxes of quorn stuff that don’t take too long to whip up for me, which is cool

:-s What’s the matter with you, you big, smelly girl’s blouse? What’s wrong with a hearty cheese and pickle or a manly cheese and onion? I mock your Quorn, sir.

A quietly encouraging game, I thought. Two beautiful goals from open play and a timely warning to the defence to tighten up on set-plays.

If Mickey Owen is crocked, though, that’ll be a blow.

If you nick ’em while they’re buying playing cards, you can do them for handling explosives. Just a little tip I’ve picked up there. :D

If you nick ’em while they’re buying playing cards, you can do them for handling explosives. Just a little tip I’ve picked up there. :D

:lol: Very true. At least the crime rate keeps things interesting, eh? I must apologise though, since my description is actually more akin to a Euler diagram. I will take myself off immediately to the nearest Teacher Training College and get six of the best from the bunkiest trainee maths teacher chapette I can find. It’s the least I can do in the…[Read more]

:-s The Venn diagram illustrating all the people who smell is a very large set. The set of people who do not like the World Cup is smaller and contained entirely within the set of people who smell. You are enclosed in an entirely separate subset, also entirely within the set of people who smell, called common people from Reading.

:D If you don’t like the World Cup you’re probably not right in the head. Also, you more than likely smell.

Climbing up the heavenly stairs
You know where you’re going when you know where
You’re going to hell
Yes, you’re going to hell.

You’re going down a hundred eighty degrees,
You can see when you can see
You’re going to hell
Yes, you’re going to hell.

You were weak, you were easy to squeeze,
They did with you as they please,
You’re going to…[Read more]

:D Why, thankyou, SPOCOS. Nice to see you out on the correct day.

:D I’ve always harboured the suspicion he hums, though.

It’s all well and good, Betty, but I WANT ME IN IT, DAGNAMMIT!

:D Get scribbling.

:-s Oh bugger. You’ve worked me out! Dash and blast it. Now my chortle inducing powers will be forever vanquished. You’re like kryptonite to me, Fester, damn you!

:lol: I would shag Owen in a heartbeat. Big, butch, football hooligan that he is.

:lol: What a cock.

:lol: They’re all arseholes as well, eh, Fester?

:lol: What on Earth makes you think I care where you’re going?

@Fester wrote:

You can patronise and condescend until the cows come home, you have found an audience that allows you to insult them because they are stupid and allow you to do it because they don’t understand your googled words and sentences.

:lol: Only you could call someone…[Read more]

:lol: No. You’re labouring under a misapprehension. I’m quite convinced people understand me perfectly. I don’t condescend to believe they’re all stupid, as you put it. Also, I don’t like you because I think you’re a massive twat.

:lol: You certainly can bear a grudge, I’ll give you that. I think I’m going to have to start calling you Fester.

:lol:

@The Observer wrote:

They are all tarts in Bakewell, so I would stay well away. If I were you I would dress up for the night (best bib and tucker) and come on here as a sophisticated gent. You are bound to impress the girls….well it works for Pikey!

It’s not only the chapettes, SPOCOS, I’ve been known to send a few men off the straight and narrow. :D