Work, then meeting The Senior Vagabond for lunch at the British Museum, then pub, home, feed the neighbour's cat, field email from people all around the world desperate to buy my photography because of last night's exhibition, become incredibly rich
and famous, have threesomes all over the shop with loads of different supermodels, die of massive drug overdose on own massive yacht.

Same old, same old.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:08, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

What about next weekend?

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:13, Reply)

Probably ... y'know - the usual.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:17, Reply)

You're taking his wife up the shitpipe?

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:19, Reply)

If you check the calendar, I'm clearly booked in for a reaming

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:20, Reply)

Ok well grease yourself up I will be there asap

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:21, Reply)

*puts on wedding ring*

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:22, Reply)

Oh.
Oh now. Bit harsh, m8.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:41, Reply)

I dont (goat)se whats wrong with that?

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:42, Reply)

That pun's on a hole new level.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 10:44, Reply)