Better than working

[MaryPoppins]

Thanks for cheering up a shocking tulipe day you lot

I do love a bit of guitar playing, tis true Fivetimes. Specially when they try to get me to sing along.

Gibbon: Nothing I can post on here. I asked about the Mumsnet thing cos I was on there the other day and saw a post from a "Gibbon".

[Drewster]

Sexual harrassment on CUK! By a bedwetter no less.

No you poor little poppet...
Sexual harrassment is when I pat you on your little botty..... But don't you worry your fluffy little head about it!

[MaryPoppins]

Get yer jugs out - I wanna grope!
C'mon over 'ere n cop this!

That is a very disturbing insight.

[Churchill]

This is more likely for Wilmslow...

It was a hot afternoon,
Last day of June,
And the sun was a demon,
The clouds were afraid,
One-ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steaming.
I told Billy-Ray,
In his red Chevrolet,
I needed time for some thinking,
I was just walking by,
When I looked in her eye,
And I swore it was winking.

She was 31 and I was 17,
I knew nothing about love, she knew everything,
When I saw down beside her on the front porch swing,
And wondered what the coming night would bring.

The sun closed her eyes,
As it climbed in the sky,
And it started to swelter,
The sweat trickled down the front of her gown,
And I thought it would melt her.

She through back her hair,
Like I wasn't there,
And she sipped on a julep,
Her shoulders were bare,
And I tried not to stare,
When I looked at her two lips.

And when she looked at me,
I heard her softly say,
I know you're young,
You don't know what to do or say,
But stay with me until the sun has gone away,
And I will chase the boy in you away.

And then she smiled and we talked for a while,
And we walked for a mile to the sea,
We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand,
But I saw the sun rise as a man.

Ten years have gone by,
Since I looked in her eye,
But the memory lingers,
I got back in my mind,
To the very first time,
And feel the touch of her fingers,

It was a hot afternoon,
Last day of June,
And the sun was a demon,
The clouds were afraid,
One-ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steaming...

[sasguru]

Sexual harrassment is when I pat you on your little botty..... !

Yer bum chum fiancee (or is that fiance? so hard to judge with gay couples) Suity won't be very happy about that.
When's the wedding anyway and are us Cukkers invited?

[Gibbon]

It was a hot afternoon,
Last day of June,
And the sun was a demon,
The clouds were afraid,
One-ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steaming.
I told Billy-Ray,
In his red Chevrolet,
I needed time for some thinking,
I was just walking by,
When I looked in her eye,
And I swore it was winking.

She was 31 and I was 17,
I knew nothing about love, she knew everything,
When I saw down beside her on the front porch swing,
And wondered what the coming night would bring.

The sun closed her eyes,
As it climbed in the sky,
And it started to swelter,
The sweat trickled down the front of her gown,
And I thought it would melt her.

She through back her hair,
Like I wasn't there,
And she sipped on a julep,
Her shoulders were bare,
And I tried not to stare,
When I looked at her two lips.

And when she looked at me,
I heard her softly say,
I know you're young,
You don't know what to do or say,
But stay with me until the sun has gone away,
And I will chase the boy in you away.

And then she smiled and we talked for a while,
And we walked for a mile to the sea,
We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand,
But I saw the sun rise as a man.

Ten years have gone by,
Since I looked in her eye,
But the memory lingers,
I got back in my mind,
To the very first time,
And feel the touch of her fingers,

It was a hot afternoon,
Last day of June,
And the sun was a demon,
The clouds were afraid,
One-ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steaming...

And this is for Wilmslows owner

Martial

XII.95


Instantius Rufus, go ahead and read
Those depraved pornographics of Musaeus,
The ones that are filthier
Than the Sybaritic sex manuals.
Read those hot and salty pages.
Just be sure your girlfriend's with you
So that Mrs. Fist and her five lusty daughters
Aren't your sole bridal party,
And you become a husband-plug
Without a wife-socket.

(Translated from the Latin by Joseph S. Salemi)

[Churchill]

Yer bum chum fiancee (or is that fiance? so hard to judge with gay couples) Suity won't be very happy about that.
When's the wedding anyway and are us Cukkers invited?

That would be rather cruel SAS, wouldn't you just stand there crying wishing that you were the bride?

[Churchill]

And this is for Wilmslows owner

Martial

XII.95


Instantius Rufus, go ahead and read
Those depraved pornographics of Musaeus,
The ones that are filthier
Than the Sybaritic sex manuals.
Read those hot and salty pages.
Just be sure your girlfriend's with you
So that Mrs. Fist and her five lusty daughters
Aren't your sole bridal party,
And you become a husband-plug
Without a wife-socket.

(Translated from the Latin by Joseph S. Salemi)

Seriously, Wilmslow is not a sockie.

[sasguru]

That would be rather cruel SAS, wouldn't you just stand there crying wishing that you were the bride?

Pafffffffffffetic.. You CUK holiday has obviously destroyed your already poor wit.

[Drewster]

Yer bum chum fiancee Suity won't be very happy about that.
When's the wedding anyway and are us Cukkers invited?

Its quite amusing how you seem to be under the impression that spouting Homo-phobic drivel is in some way clever or amusing....

I don't count it as insulting to be called homosexual...
I would much rather be judged as homosexual by a loudmouthed homo-phobic toshpot who thinks its insulting than to be thought of as a a loudmouthed homo-phobic toshpot by a homosexual.

You on the other hand.........