That's pretty reasonable then. Eating out only once probably helped.
I feel sorry for the neighbours having to tolerate 20 pissed up middle class cheshire girls for a weekend though.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:02, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

ha, the barn was in the middle of nowhere
only the farmer for miles around. and as it was a boiling hot august and most of the girls were in bikinis for a lot of it, somehow he didn't seem to mind.

he had some gorgey baby cows in the field behind. they were so tame they would come up for apples etc. even the meat-eaters were seriously upset when the farmer said the market was in september...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:08, Reply)

I'd have caught one and eaten the fucker.
cute = tasty.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:13, Reply)

^ this ^

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:15, Reply)

the doe-ier the eye, the tastier the meat.

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:28, Reply)

Bert used to say something similar.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:31, Reply)

HAHAHAHAHA! I AM BERT!

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:44, Reply)