I'm your biggest Fan
Tell us about your heroes. No. Scratch that.
Tell us about the lengths you've gone to in order to show your devotion to your heroes. Just how big a fan are you?
and we've already heard the fan jokes, thankyou
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 20:31)
Tell us about your heroes. No. Scratch that.
Tell us about the lengths you've gone to in order to show your devotion to your heroes. Just how big a fan are you?
and we've already heard the fan jokes, thankyou
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 20:31)
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I'm your biggest fan
Dear French White Wine,
I'm your biggest fan.
I don't care for the Austraillalian kind - far too high in alcholh and therefore makes me vomit rather quickly. No one likes a gal who speaks to the big white telephone on the phoen to God.
Bugger.
Not that wine has anything to do with that.
Although it has. In the past.
Ahem.
Yes, wine.
Wine, I love you, yes I do.
But only the French stuff becasue it's like cat's piss on a weak night.
And I'm a cheap date that only requires a couple of glasses.
I was once told (about sherry, as it was) that with one glass one felt under the weather.
Two glasses and one was under the table.
Three glasses and one was under the boss.
I'll add another one to that...
Four glasses and udner anyone.
Five glasses and on the floor, head down loo and waiting to die.
Now I'm jsut hoping that some kind mountain biker has made up the bed so I can pole dance around it and then colaspe in a drunkedn heap.
White wine, I love you.
From
Your biggest fan,
Chickenlady.
( , Sat 18 Apr 2009, 23:03, 4 replies)
Dear French White Wine,
I'm your biggest fan.
I don't care for the Austraillalian kind - far too high in alcholh and therefore makes me vomit rather quickly. No one likes a gal who speaks to the big white telephone on the phoen to God.
Bugger.
Not that wine has anything to do with that.
Although it has. In the past.
Ahem.
Yes, wine.
Wine, I love you, yes I do.
But only the French stuff becasue it's like cat's piss on a weak night.
And I'm a cheap date that only requires a couple of glasses.
I was once told (about sherry, as it was) that with one glass one felt under the weather.
Two glasses and one was under the table.
Three glasses and one was under the boss.
I'll add another one to that...
Four glasses and udner anyone.
Five glasses and on the floor, head down loo and waiting to die.
Now I'm jsut hoping that some kind mountain biker has made up the bed so I can pole dance around it and then colaspe in a drunkedn heap.
White wine, I love you.
From
Your biggest fan,
Chickenlady.
( , Sat 18 Apr 2009, 23:03, 4 replies)
We all know you're pissed because of the spelling mistakes.
*giggles*
( , Sun 19 Apr 2009, 8:23, closed)
*giggles*
( , Sun 19 Apr 2009, 8:23, closed)
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