Sorry I missed it Ken, belated Birthday wishes to you mate. Russ Meyer, now there's a guy who had a great job
If only Stu, if only. Ahh Johnny. I knew you'd be a discerning man of the world too. I'm in a position to offer you access to my library anytime. Credit where credit is due though. My brother knew exactly how to apply le cadeau juste. A bastardisation of the French, I know but I think it's.........well, it's le mot juste, really
Cheers Jamie. Jeanette did clock your bike and for a minute said "I love that colour, which of course is the most important thing, why don't you buy it off Jamie." Then I saw how much was left in the wine bottle she was clutching and realised it was a trap.
Clever Man, all the warning signs were there the bottle, slurred speech and being nice and you spotted them all. Looks like the blade may have a new owner tomorrow, I have mixed feelings on this but it is getting replaced with something fun while I sort out the other issues in my life, I originally wanted to get rid of the bike and sort things out but realised I could not live without one, I will have another blade but until then I will enjoy my new toy !!!!!!
I guess there will be if it all goes ahead, but dont get your hopes up as it may not be a Honda or a sports bike Its something I have fancied trying for a while...... Will leave you in suspenders now Ken
Never mind that, trap or no trap you have missed an opportunity here. She said it, it’s all her fault you can remind her when your new blade turns up. Double bluff you see. She won’t want to admit it was a trap and you don’t need to acknowledge you knew it was a trap. Everyone’s happy.
I still have the bike for you till tomorrow Ken never miss a golden oppertunity Betts shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lol
Hmmm, I see.... My problem is I don't have the experience of women you do mate. You know, the harpy screaming, bread knife wielding, contract commissioning ones. I do know how easy it is to create one though. Which is an excellent way to avoid doing it by accident.
The man is Kpone Old, but not on his own. Jesus man, 52 On your own, can you go to the loo. When you had hair And not much of a care That you were a ginger And thought a minger From the South West Sat dribbling in string vest An old fart But quite good at art You don’t know you’re born When J offers to mow lawn Because it’s your day No gardener to pay. She fell over a core Yes, it’s a bore But no need to be curt When you find she is hurt She is only a slave Your game you can’t save Listen to your inner voice Don’t give her a choice Drag her to bed Its time to give birthday head It’s the day of your birth So this rhyme is in mirth Warm milky drink Crossword done, and warm quilt you do slink The turning of a page That is old age Sleep would be bliss Without needing a piss Whilst you can still walk And full of bullshit talk Keep riding your Blade Before health starts to fade And need a more comfortable ride For your bony hide This reads back just fine Or is it the wine Starting the yawning Got to be up early in the morning So have to do tell And bid you fair well Ken make the most of your toy Birthday boy Yes I know the rhymes crap So let call it a wrap
