Uuurpp
That's better. Food, fag & coffee necked, status reset to 'alive'. A splash of rum in the coffee wouldn't have gone amiss seeing as it is fecking freezing in these here parts, but someone told me once that lunchtime drinkypoos and the use of ladders should not be combined.

Well, not unless falling through a ceiling and being discovered by the Mrs hanging upside down by the knackers in several hours is your idea of a fun day off.


Edit Bert you forgot 'poo'. And 'His Satanic Majesty's Shaft of Eternal Pain and Pleasure'

Eds again. Bugger. You didn't. Spunkgobbling pustulent chancre on the fleshy buttocks of a leper whore, that you are.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Wed 21 Jan 2009, 13:33, Reply)