And having a gay gang-bang in your shedAnd wanking in your fish pond
And having a gay gang-bang in your shedAnd wanking in your fish pond
Call me straight again and I'll bleeping kill you.
Where is this shed?And having a gay gang-bang in your shed
I nearly posted 'And now Geetbo wants the address'.Where is this shed?
That amount of hair must surely be classed as an official handicap, leading to slower times.If you want the OG, you'll need David Bedford.
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I don't have chickens but I happily feed gone off yoghurt to Senga the Septic Tank to keep her bacteria healthy.I've got some zero large Greek yoghurt in the fridge and that, too, tastes of sadness. I've tried adding berries and chopped fruit but even the kids (not fussy eaters) aren't keen. The chickens will enjoy it though, those feathery little ducks will eat anything.
Check out I Love Plimsolls on facebook if you have a strong stomach.Plimsoll troll?!
Why would you even have a leaving do if you didn’t count your colleagues as friends? Surely you’d just clock out and duck off?
That bunch of ego maniacs need their roosters sucking by anyone and everyone. They're a curious mix of deeply insecure and unhappy with an air of superiorityWhy would you even have a leaving do if you didn’t count your colleagues as friends? Surely you’d just clock out and duck off?
There are so many people who are obviously not well liked at work, but it’s the workmates’ fault and not the mumsnetters, obviously, even though other people get cards and flowers and gifts and they get nowt. I’d be looking at myself if my colleagues didn’t acknowledge my landmark birthday or party invitation. I certainly wouldn’t be starting a thread about how vile they all are.That bunch of ego maniacs need their roosters sucking by anyone and everyone. They're a curious mix of deeply insecure and unhappy with an air of superiority
Have always struggled with the 678 years in each decade, never quite sure which I am at that pointOuting story:
I can barely remember my own age. For three years running I kept thinking I was 35 - I was only 35 for one of those years.
If I care that little about my own age you can take a guess at the amount of forks I give about anyone else's.
That is a video of every holiday I've ever been on with my mother.
Mumsnetters on tour