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Previously on "For those who think I got no life"

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  • AtW
    replied
    Originally posted by wobbegong View Post
    Well, it is a school night.
    You are 100% spot on - my friend's girlfriend is a school teacher and she had to get up at 6am next day to go to school.

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  • sasguru
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    Originally posted by Pondlife View Post
    Really? Time to start looking afresh me thinks.
    There is no girly. His "gf" can have her rubber features set in whatever expression he desires, in this case "suitably impressed".

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  • Pondlife
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    Originally posted by threaded View Post
    That video was on the MTV or t'other one, and as soon as the intro started screamed girly into the room, and showed off and sang along to the whole thing.

    She woz suitably impressed...
    Really? Time to start looking afresh me thinks.

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  • cailin maith
    replied
    Originally posted by sasguru View Post
    Thanks very much for using my new business www.rentalocalfriendfortheevening.com. I hope you are satisfied with the service. We have provided your "friends" according to the criteria you specified:
    1. Must be virgins.
    2. Must like squirrels.
    3. Strictly no women.
    Thanks for your custom. You have 10% off on your next booking. We hope you will use this service again.
    Love it!!

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  • wobbegong
    replied
    Originally posted by snaw View Post
    Big night out with your mates then? Posting here at 8:27 and again at 22:38.
    Well, it is a school night.

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  • snaw
    replied
    Originally posted by AtW View Post
    You live locally then?

    They changed O'Neils pub to The Junction here...
    Big night out with your mates then? Posting here at 8:27 and again at 22:38.

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  • Lucifer Box
    replied
    Originally posted by AtW View Post
    You live locally then?

    They changed O'Neils pub to The Junction here...
    I've been conducting a surveillance operation on you for years on behalf of Google. As soon as it looks likely that your SKA will reach fruition I have orders to eliminate you with some polonium 210 in your half a lager shandy with lime at The Junction.

    Obviously this has not been necessary to date.




    [I lived in Harborne until I was three years old].

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  • threaded
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    Squriells sex ring tone, ytou've judt gut to her det.

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  • threaded
    replied
    Squirrels == rats with a good PR agent.

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  • AtW
    replied
    Originally posted by Lucifer Box View Post
    FYI, The Junction is the local O'Neills, albeit nicely painted and without a bicycle on the ceiling.

    You live locally then?

    They changed O'Neils pub to The Junction here...

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  • threaded
    replied
    Originally posted by DaveB View Post
    So AtW is Up The Junction then?

    I never thought it would happen
    With me and the girl from clapham
    Out on a windy common
    That night I aint forgotten
    When she dealt out the rations
    With some or other passions
    I said you are a lady
    Perhaps she said I may be
    We moved into a basement
    With thoughts of our engagement
    We stayed in by the telly
    Although the room was smelly
    We spent our time just kissing
    The railway arms were missing
    But love had got us hooked up
    And all our time it took up

    I got a job with stanley
    He said Id come in handy
    And started me on monday
    So I had a bath on sunday
    I worked eleven hours
    And bought the girl some flowers
    She said shed seen a doctor
    And nothing now could stop her

    I worked all through the winter
    The weather brass and bitter
    I put away a tenner
    Each week to make her better
    And when the time was ready
    We had to sell the telly
    Late evenings by the fire
    With little kicks inside her

    This morning at 4:50
    I took her rather nifty
    Down to an incubator
    Where thirty minutes later
    She gave birth to a daughter
    Within a year a walker
    She looked just like her mother
    If there could be another

    And now shes two years older
    Her mothers with a soldier
    She left me when my drinking
    Became a proper stinging
    The devil came and took me
    From bar to street to bookie
    No more nights by the telly
    No more nights nappies smelling

    Alone here in the kitchen
    I feel theres something missing
    Id beg for some forgiveness
    But beggings not my business
    And she wont write a letter
    Although I always tell her
    And so its my assumption
    Im really up the junction
    That video was on the MTV or t'other one, and as soon as the intro started screamed girly into the room, and showed off and sang along to the whole thing.

    She woz suitably impressed...

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  • sasguru
    replied
    Originally posted by AtW View Post
    I am going to a classy pub "The Junction" with lots of foreign beers and ales with a company of a few local friends
    Thanks very much for using my new business www.rentalocalfriendfortheevening.com. I hope you are satisfied with the service. We have provided your "friends" according to the criteria you specified:
    1. Must be virgins.
    2. Must like squirrels.
    3. Strictly no women.
    Thanks for your custom. You have 10% off on your next booking. We hope you will use this service again.

    Leave a comment:


  • Lucifer Box
    replied
    FYI, The Junction is the local O'Neills, albeit nicely painted and without a bicycle on the ceiling.

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  • snaw
    replied
    Originally posted by AtW View Post
    I am going to a classy pub "The Junction" with lots of foreign beers and ales with a company of a few local friends
    They let squirrels into the pub do they?

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  • DaveB
    replied
    So AtW is Up The Junction then?

    I never thought it would happen
    With me and the girl from clapham
    Out on a windy common
    That night I aint forgotten
    When she dealt out the rations
    With some or other passions
    I said you are a lady
    Perhaps she said I may be
    We moved into a basement
    With thoughts of our engagement
    We stayed in by the telly
    Although the room was smelly
    We spent our time just kissing
    The railway arms were missing
    But love had got us hooked up
    And all our time it took up

    I got a job with stanley
    He said Id come in handy
    And started me on monday
    So I had a bath on sunday
    I worked eleven hours
    And bought the girl some flowers
    She said shed seen a doctor
    And nothing now could stop her

    I worked all through the winter
    The weather brass and bitter
    I put away a tenner
    Each week to make her better
    And when the time was ready
    We had to sell the telly
    Late evenings by the fire
    With little kicks inside her

    This morning at 4:50
    I took her rather nifty
    Down to an incubator
    Where thirty minutes later
    She gave birth to a daughter
    Within a year a walker
    She looked just like her mother
    If there could be another

    And now shes two years older
    Her mothers with a soldier
    She left me when my drinking
    Became a proper stinging
    The devil came and took me
    From bar to street to bookie
    No more nights by the telly
    No more nights nappies smelling

    Alone here in the kitchen
    I feel theres something missing
    Id beg for some forgiveness
    But beggings not my business
    And she wont write a letter
    Although I always tell her
    And so its my assumption
    Im really up the junction

    Leave a comment:

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