Bloody nieghbours
Way back when, while I was living at the other end of my wonderful council estate, we had a small boy living next door. he was one of those lads that needed a good dose of ritailyn with his Coco-puffs, know what I mean? Little bastard kept on throwing stones at our windows and climbing over his garden fence naked. Me and my brothers would have literaly throw his naked arse back over.
i bumped into his sister a year or so ago, didn't realise who she was, exept that she was a pretty fit brunette a few years older then me. She was a bit drunk, asking for twenty pence for the Minstrals machine in the corner of the White Hart. I offer her the coin, and she turns on me shouting her mouth off about how she remembers me when I were a lad and what a little sod I was and stuff... shit me up I tell you....
(I think I've strayed from the piont a little, but be fair, it's nearly 6am....)
( Captain Tripps is your taxloss lover from Liverpool, Thu 1 Sep 2005, 5:51, Reply)