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Was that the same girl you refused to arm wrestle?
I think it was
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:43, archived)
Hahah no because arm wrestling when down the pub is for spastics who need to prove their masculinity because they've got tiny tiny cocks.
I already told you this last night!

You felt the need to try and arm wrestle me because you felt threatened by me. I don't feel threatened by anyone so don't need to as I'm fucking cool and don't try and woo girls with kababs ;)
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:46, archived)
yeah yeah,
something about Cher.

edit: what becky said
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:50, archived)
;P
EDIT: You want to sit on my lap?!? eeeeeeeerrrgggh
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:51, archived)
Bah, I'd have sat in your lap instead of perching on the chair arm
only I thought you'd break as your mum didn't see fit to provide you with manly muscles and bones when she shit you out.
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:54, archived)
zing

(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:58, archived)
You were just implementing your mum's house rules that's all, I understand.

Rule 1: NO SPASTICS ON THE FABRIC
Rule 2: NO CUNT GUSHING ON THE NICE BOYS
Rule 3: NO LIFTING AND BITING BARRELS IN THE GARDEN WHEN WE HAVE GUESTS
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 9:59, archived)
Must stop laughing at cuntgushing
I'm a respectable laydee doncha know. Oh wait...
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 10:00, archived)
GET BACK IN THE GARDEN

(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 10:03, archived)
Cant, I have an interview to screw up now.
I'll be back in the garden later, manacled to the barrels. Promise
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 10:03, archived)
Okie dokey then.

Just remember to not bonk the phone on your head to answer questions morse code style and try and answer with your head mouth.
(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 10:06, archived)
good luck

(, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 10:14, archived)