Mrs Vagabond and I were in a band together.
Like all women, Mrs Vagabond loves firemen.

Imagine her delight, then, during a rehearsal in a stinking, smokey old dive in North London, when three firemen opened the door, letting in a billowing cloud of smoke, and calmly instructed us to leave, and accompanied us all to the fire escape, one giving her a fireman's lift at her request.

First strikethrough wins a plum.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 May 2013, 11:52, 6 replies)

You're a fucking plum

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 16 May 2013, 11:53, closed)

Your mother's a fucking plum.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 May 2013, 11:53, closed)

more replies than you

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 16 May 2013, 11:55, closed)

a +little
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 16 May 2013, 12:01, closed)

Heap big gash

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 16 May 2013, 12:03, closed)

Mrs
( MatJ LOOK, Sat 18 May 2013, 16:57, closed)