Oh red red wine
Stay close to meeee.
Christ almighty. And he arsing about the country atin’ big feeds and horsing pints. FFS.
Grrrrrrrr for further emphasis.
But shur that’s the point boxty. It can be very tiring. I need my rest at the weekend.
Fucking curtains
Not two fucks do I give. I’ve a lad booked to power wash the patio next weekend. I’m half thinking of just putting a conservatory out there altogether. That would sort it out once and for all
But would you sit in the conservatory and make use of it?
You never seem to sit out the back, and you living in the glorious sunny south east.
Not two fucks do I give. I’ve a lad booked to power wash the patio next weekend
Get him to power wash the bins while he’s at it
Its always pissing rain here
Belly full. Bit of hurling on the telly. Glass of wine. Snooze after it. I’m easily pleased
While all the others were away at mass
You’re at nothing without a Shahkti Mat
Its not glasses you need at all its binoculars
Right now all I need is a beer
Fucking hell, great to be back hurling.
Sorting out bibs, blowing up balls, getting poles and cones out of the shed. I’m buzzing for tonight. Wish it was half 7 already.
Bibs?!! Fucking hell man!
Can’t bate a reversible bib.
You’ll have a few reactors throwing bibs around willynilly.
Not at all. Burn them after each session.
Wash them I meant. Not burn.