had a beer in bed last night

so I am a right posh bastard, brand name and everything.

but seriously, may dads mum was the daughter of a very wealthy industrialist from manchester back in the 1800's , I've been told they were blue of blood. She however fell for a cork man (southern ireland) during wartime and married the chap, my grandad who I never met. After the war (ww1) they left engerland for cobh in cork where she set him up with a camera / photography shop , this was in the early nineteen hundreds when such things were well posh. He being a card carrying paddy however drank the fucker dry and gave her a ton of offspring, all who did well enough in life.

my mams clan go back to the isle of mann and were somehow related to dan quails clan, not something to brag about I know but in the context I'll reveal.

and I work in a muppet farm of a factory but am only biding my time till my huge plans all come together . . . oh yes... so thats me a right posh cunt,

hung above average.

bring back the legless one.

get another one up stusz !
(The Cats Twat, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 10:27, Reply)