The first words of my local priest, after rattling off my sins for the month, are usually:Saw some long tailed tits today whilst enjoying my one walk (ahem...) with the dog. Pretty little birds, but couldn't watch them too long as I was getting paranoid and looking out for people coming past.
Ho hum, this too will pass...
That's one good thing. I'm having my fags delivered through the post now.Missed meeting some friends on Fridays for the last couple of weeks so we had a facetime pub night with B, the lovely D and their enormous dog Reg. Got pissed, talked bollox and did not have over-zealous staff trying to take glasses with booze still extant.
No having to f*ck off outside for a fag either.
Sent from my karzi while losing several pounds
You c0ck my wife's great uncle died in a concentration camp on 31st December 1943.Anne Frank`s diary ended the day after her birthday apparently. Her last entry read:
"Oh, goody a trumpet for my birthday."
Fuck off prick.Anne frank died in Belsen camp, of typhus, two week before liberation by the British, she was only 15 years old.
You moronic comment is beyond the pale, some things should not be made light of, and this is one of them, act your age, not your shoe size.
Whoever gave it a funny, also needs a quick history lesson. The death of innocent children at the hands of murdering psychopaths, is not a subject for levity............ Grow up.
Yes. Yes, he does. I do things for him, and he rewards me by pushing cigarettes through my letterbox.
I need it to come through my letterbox.You wouldn't want that coming through your letterbox ...
I'm not a Septic! I'm a human being!So you're a Septic who partakes of mail order rent boys.