Come on Brighton. Big game at the weekend.
My bed is dry.
My bed is dry.
Boxing Day 22.11 hrs.
HWT reaches 'Peak Alcohol.'
Nowhere near, mate.
I'm calm. And relaxed. And calm. And that.
Come on Harry - let's have some of your long words as a treat on Boxing Day.
Not feeling all that vituperative, to be fair.
Not feeling all that vituperative, to be fair.
Hoping for a contraflastic performance againts 'muff. It's what we deserve.
Are we the....FFS, put your knikers on and make me a cup of tea .
Are we the....FFS, put your knikers on and make me a cup of tea on Brighton.
My greatest contrafibulations on this thread it has lead to a pericombobulation of differing views
Boxing Day 22.11hrs.
HWT reaches 'Peak Alcohol.'
You need to read HWT latest novel, entitled 'Tongue Tied in Faversham'
A linguistic tour of Faversham pubs where large people with tourette's gather to shout at each other.
Its quite funny, especially when HWT was thrown out of the Stuttering Arms for talking a load of bollox
You need to read HWT latest novel, entitled 'Tongue Tied in Faversham'
A linguistic tour of Faversham pubs where large people with tourette's gather to shout at each other.
Its quite funny, especially when HWT was thrown out of the Stuttering Arms for talking a load of bollox