For my stag do last year, my best man arranged for us to go sea fishing one morning.
The fishing was done in Dartmouth, and the guy who ran the boat was called Dave. He were a good Devon laaaad, and 'ad a good strong aaaaccent. He had tanned, wrinkly skin from all the fishing, tended to speak with one eye closed from so much squinting into the sun, and walked with a bit of a limp.

I just really wish we'd had the opportunity to buy him a parrot.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 11:38, 6 replies)

Call me picky,
but unless all the parrots in the world died last weekend, you still do have the opportunity.

This just sounds like an excuse. You just don't want to put your hand in your pocket, do you, you scrooge.
(username failed moderation, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 11:40, closed)

Well, no, not really.
I mean - we paid the fee for the boat and everything, and parrots cost quite a lot of money. For a novelty gift it would be nothing short of foolish to spend such money on a complete stranger, not to mention cruel to the animal as invariably it would have been unwanted, and he might well have felt a little insulted as well.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 11:48, closed)

You could have just asked him.

(username failed moderation, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 13:27, closed)

Do I look like I speak English?

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 13:32, closed)

Um,
No. not really.

Good point.
(username failed moderation, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 13:48, closed)

inflatable parrot.
problem solved.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 16:11, closed)