Getting Very Old.
At the ripe old age of forty-(cough) I'm in the middle of my first divorce and have to start all over again after seeing everything I owned given to a fat slapper who's never worked a full day in her life.

Then again, I've the rest of my life ahead of me without been dragged down by a fat snobby cow who shags anything that moves (and anything to drunk to move)

As I'm now living on my own I had to fill a council tax rebate form in (you get a %25 reduction for living on your own). In the section wher you had to put:
Reason for living by yourself... I put:

Wife couldn't keep her knickers up.

I've heard that this form is now pinned on the notice board at the local council offices - sadly with the names of the guilty party tipexed out. - Sweet.

As I'm writing this I suppose I may as well confess the reason why we split. I found out she was shagging a copper. Now that's bad enough but it was a fecking TRAFFIC copper!!


The shame................


Cheers

Legless - No apology for length and extremely proud of my girth that can choke an elephant.
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 28 Oct 2004, 16:47, Reply)