Mrs V told me not to drink too much ON MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY because we were going for a lovely romantic dinner the next day and she didn't want me all hungover and shit.
The following afternoon the doorbell rings, and my dad and my sisters have come to visit, which never, ever happens (they're bumpkins, we're in London).

We all go to dinner together - lovely.

Get to the restaurant, massive secret party for me there of all my mates.

Just 'cos it was my birthday - not even a special birthday or anything - it was so good I proposed to her that night.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:35, 2 replies, latest was 11 years ago)

Set up like a kipper ^^^

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:36, Reply)

^ A bird in the hand is on the other foot.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:39, Reply)

^Too many cooks saves nine

( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:49, Reply)

you can lead a horse to water, but the rhubarb must be carried

(katie hopkins telling it where its at, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:50, Reply)

^ The proof of the pudding is in Rome.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:52, Reply)

a nod's as good as a wink to your uncle

(katie hopkins telling it where its at, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:54, Reply)

Speak of the devil and repent at leisure

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 17:14, Reply)

thick as two short pigs ears

(katie hopkins telling it where its at, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 17:17, Reply)

That all sounds rather nice

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 20 Mar 2014, 16:39, Reply)