Of course I won't fall asleep on the sofa Jo.
Spent a few days up North last week, firstly with the family and then with the gang in Leeds.
Bro's girlf Emma playing poker and eating some of the ACE chickenin a parcel (or something like that) dinner they made me.
Trantorial, supplementing his salary with a spot of waiting on at the Manc bash.
It's only Trantorial and Millhouse-Ward at Brooklands tram stop.
Bro with the top luncheon he greeted me with on my return up North (scrambled eggs with chives and creme fraiche, grilled mushrooms and grilled baby tommies on the vine drizzled in olive oil - tres posh).
A selection of da gang on Saturday night.
posted by Hotstuff @ 7:13 PM
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2 Comments:
luntino
fair play, not one pick of you embarassing yourself. you've done well!
oh, and this post's lyric is courtesy of informer by snow. have you ever read the lyrics to this piece of cr-p?
they're here, but the first verse is very bizarre
Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom
ah, novelty 90s rap. you can't beat it (or indeed touch it).
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