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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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but this appears to be chipping away at the rust and dirt on the underside.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:14, 1 reply, 15 years ago)
think i got in about 3 and went to bed about 5.
even a toasted bagel with cheese and fresh orange has not made me feel ANY BETTER! doom.....
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:27, Reply)
why do i feel the need to come home and "sober up" by pissing around online? why??
they were lethal though. £150 for massive cocktails and i seem to have bought two, from the card receipts in my pocket. however, i also have a massive fistful of £10notes, so i am guessing my friends contributed. either that or i noshed someone off on the way home......
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:34, Reply)
no wonder so many b3tan men are fond of her.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:37, Reply)
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:37, Reply)
Racing your pigeons or taking the whippet for a walk.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:46, Reply)
valeting my mercedes car
shopping in the designer village at westfield
meeting my friend for champagne bar, cinema and late dinner on the terrace ACTUALLY.
/fur coat, no knickers
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:50, Reply)
there's a scarecrow in that field needs a new hat my loverrrrrrrrrr.
if you can manage to put it on his head with your 6-fingered hands, that is.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:56, Reply)
It aids the narrative. I do know just how much my approval means to you.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:38, Reply)
But they're so bad I'd rather live in the grim north west *shudder*
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:43, Reply)
i take issue with your incorrect useage of the word "living".
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:46, Reply)
You don't live in the north west, you endure the north west.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:49, Reply)
but NOT a poxy southerner. i am yorkshire born and bred, thank you very much!
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:57, Reply)
I'd definitely fuck you for £150.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:40, Reply)
but actually it feeds about 10 drunken eejits, and £15 a cocktail in a nightclub in central london is pretty average.
but then i get horrified at all the sharing of straws and washback and go off and get my own private vodka stash anyway. i'm stupid when i'm drunk!
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:44, Reply)
often it's also when shopping, choosing a boyfriend or parking my car by a steep pavement too.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:46, Reply)
if you're pointing uphill, angle the front wheels to the right. If you're pointing downhill, angle them to the left. That way, if the handbrake gives up, the pavement will stop the car.
I parked at the supermarket the other day by reversing into a bay! This is almost unheard of for me, and I was quite proud.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:49, Reply)
then i got my car down to london. if you can't parallel park in a space that wouldn't fit a hamster, you can't park. so i am awesome at it eventually. BUT i do have a horrible habit of scraping the kerb. my poor beautiful alloys are so buggered they make grown men weep!
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:52, Reply)
but I wouldn't like to have to drive in that london.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:57, Reply)
so kind of got used to it. basically so long as you know the rules: nobody will let you in, and you will let nobody in, and black cabs do what the fuck they want, and smug bastard cyclists ignore every street sign, traffic light and pedestrian crossing... you'll be fine.
(, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 11:58, Reply)
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