GoldWithFalmer
Seaweed! Seaweed!
He started it lol
I reckon you should use at Nibble's quote as your signature
He started it lol
Certainly not on a English national level.You can't compare cycling with football.
You can't compare cycling with football.
I reckon you should use at Nibble's quote as your signature
Fishing is more of a sport than cycling and it's honest.
I've never heard of a fisherman take steroids by the bucket load or have secret blood transfusions to improve their casting.
Neither do they go through red lights or piss off law abiding motorists.
How?
Ha ha-i don't recall the striker,but do you know what,it's all coming back to me now,i smashed up my boxer(making it look like theft),just so i could get my mum and dad to get me a grifter..
Certainly not on a English national level.
The Striker in Green, just like my champion....
Cheers,not sure i would go for that now,still was a long time ago,all the rage back then..
Think mine was the 1982 model..........I'd back it in the Tour
Tartiflette:
- 800 g (1 3/4 lb) de pommes de terre grelots entières, non pelées
ou
- 800 g (1 3/4 lb) de pommes de terre Yukon gold, pelées et coupées en gros morceaux
- 185 g (6 oz) de bacon, coupé en dés
- 1 oignon,
- 1 gousse d'ail, hachée
- 125 ml (1/2 tasse) de vin blanc
- Sel et poivre
- 60 ml (1/4 tasse) de crème 35 % à cuisson (facultatif)
- 1 ml (1/4 c. à thé) de muscade moulue
- 1 meule de reblochon
The type of fat twats who take up half the ****ing road in their american pick ups, ruin the grass verges, park up on the kerb because they can't be bothered to walk 5 minutes to pick up their fish and chips.
You'd think at their level they'd be able to avoid bumping into each other.
Like footballers don't collide on a two acre field, Cav didn't roll around holding his head, argue with the commisare, throw his handbag at Gerrans and then ride around in huff.