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Yep, he'd just sharted. Whipped his keks off, wiped his botty on his original pants, and flung the pants away, then borrowed some more off a nearby washing line.
Pretty standard really.
No washing line in the front gardens. Like I said, it's a nice area.
In true Gricer/Wilmsy style, I have a strange sighting from my trip to work to report.
When on the mainland I stay in a nice part of town. Big old buildings and wide tree lined streets etc.
As I was on my way to the underground station I saw a bloke with no trousers on getting into a Maserati.
He had a beige suit jacket on and a shirt but where his trousers should be was a pair of blue pants. He had his trousers in his hand and folded up them before getting in his expensive car.
WTF?
ideas?
Yep, he'd just sharted. Whipped his keks off, wiped his botty on his original pants, and flung the pants away, then borrowed some more off a nearby washing line.
In true Gricer/Wilmsy style, I have a strange sighting from my trip to work to report.
When on the mainland I stay in a nice part of town. Big old buildings and wide tree lined streets etc.
As I was on my way to the underground station I saw a bloke with no trousers on getting into a Maserati.
He had a beige suit jacket on and a shirt but where his trousers should be was a pair of blue pants. He had his trousers in his hand and folded up them before getting in his expensive car.
WTF?
ideas?
Perhaps they are linen and he doesn't wish to wrinkle them.
Or perhaps his significant other will be having breakfast in the car, so to speak.
In true Gricer/Wilmsy style, I have a strange sighting from my trip to work to report.
When on the mainland I stay in a nice part of town. Big old buildings and wide tree lined streets etc.
As I was on my way to the underground station I saw a bloke with no trousers on getting into a Maserati.
He had a beige suit jacket on and a shirt but where his trousers should be was a pair of blue pants. He had his trousers in his hand and folded up them before getting in his expensive car.
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