Morningside walt.What coal is delivered in....apparently!
Morningside walt.What coal is delivered in....apparently!
Our plods are pretty good but ludicrously understaffed for the size of the area, distances to cover, and influx of bleedin’ 4rse’ole entitled tourists ... state gubmint built a couple of new Stations over the last couple of years but either closed, or reduced the hours, of a couple of others! Madness, I tellya, madness! 2021 hey, aaah well it’s a warmish arvo’, so SWMBO’s -Major, -Minor and the Heirs’ll help ...Dunno what it's like in NSW but here in SA the coppers are useless, couldn't nick themselves shaving so it's up to the firies & ambos.
WHAT?I don't want to sound like an old grouch, but I wish it would p1ss down with rain, so the local window lickers would have to pack their fireworks away.
It sounds like Hohne bloody ranges round here!
Sorted.I am an Arrsehole (so technically the equivelant!)
Bastard. Matter of fact, furkingbastard!!
Look at the time I came across it, and a few under the belt. Mutter, mutter, still a barstard.BLOODY HELL!
Scared the life out of me did that!
Your flash to bang time is pretty erratic, 7 min, 14 min and 4 min?Sorted.
Nope.You can't buy booze to drink at home?
Phaaaark! That’s grim, indeed!Nope.
No pubs, no off license,
If you had none in the house when lockdown was revised, then tough.
Earlier last year, we had a cigarette/tobacco ban as well.
Black market prices went up 2000%.
Yep.Phaaaark! That’s grim, indeed!
@Yokel I wish you all the best in the coming year.
He also wrote ' You should hate the French as you hate the Devil', something I try to keep alive every day.By 'engage the enemy more closely' I was not referring to BREXIT, though perhaps we might reflect on the prayer Lord Nelson wrote before the Battle of Trafalgar and his wishes that his sailors would show humanity towards the enemy once defeated.
And that's a couple of the "firsts" of the new year in - first dump, first bacon and egg butty and - wait for it, wait for it - that all important first wa*k.Well, as the hour draws closer I've ticked off several "lasts" of the year: last load of laundry, last supermarket run, last dump and, a few minutes ago, last **** of 2020.
Shortly I'll cook and eat my last meal of the year, do the last washing up, the last getting tanked up and inivitably the last falling asleep Infront of the telly of the year, hopefully avoiding the last lagging myself in the process of the year.
Yippee-kai-ay, mofos; it's been one weird, fucked up kind of year.
On the stroke of MidnightAnd that's a couple of the "firsts" of the new year in - first dump, first bacon and egg butty and - wait for it, wait for it - that all important first wa*k.
No fear!! Cold, dark and sounding like a small infantry engagement with artillery support was going on in the next street. And I was drinking. No, no, no - I prefer to take my walk in daylight, ta.On the stroke of Midnight![]()
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Did I fuck!Did you not do a bit of first footing with goodies in your hand
I don't know did youDid I fuck!