The Arse
Every match, she bets for one team (either Arse or Face (WHU))

1st bet fixed when I called from Dubai. Man U vs Arsenal - she bet Arse would win, I accepted (taking the draw - what an amateur) = pink champange (boxed), thank you very much. Side point - she wants me to drink it with her! Fuck off, you lost the bet darlin, I will drink it with whoever I want. She keeps coming round to check its still in my wardrobe! Sucker.

Ok it is, but thats only because I'm waiting for some non claws into my life kind on girl.

A curry followed soon after - another loss.

She's now whinging that next season will have to be for something material - tut - chelsea shirt for me and, err, well the Wembley roof for her.

She's really not getting the point - piss off ya fat cow! I'm not going to shag you!!!

Her wager should have been paid tonight after the slamming of the Arse a week or two ago at 'Kasan' (look it up - nice place to go - Houndsditch) tonight - really getting sick of the currys (turkish - fresh food), but blown me out. Which, by the rules means she now owes me two - oh ffs!

If you want a guartanteed shag, from a married bird, then call her. 0779 ..... I really can't be arsed!
(Suck it and Sea, Thu 7 May 2009, 19:19, Reply)