Kicky, do you want to chat?

Bonjour ticomaya, ma peteet onfont terribe!

I thought it referred to the bread. Either way, I dig it.

I like beer.

Panini does actually refer to the bread (the roll), but it's used to mean sandwich. Like, if I want a sandwich in italy, I'd order a panini. Hope that's all clear now.

I thought we had agreed to LEAVE the punani thing! :wink:

Yeah, let's get back to the gay guy in your bra.

Ahh, that's better.......I do love fags, both kinds!

Anyway, the missing knickers have been a sore point with Mr S all day, hence the torment with The Immigrant Song, in between jibes about me having 'an internet lover' I keep telling him A2K is all about intelligent debate!

You might also like to visit Piazza Bra in Verona...

I'm there already!

Pizza in the bra

Mmmmm.....a bra made out of pizza........nibble heaven? :wink:

Yum.

Maybe I'm just incredibly old fashioned, but the longer this thread gets, the more and more sorry I am beginning to feel for Mr. S....

No, Lady J, you've got it all wrong, Mr S (as we post) is out for the night 'with the lads'. I'm left all on my own....waiting for the phone call to come and pick him up (and assorted pissed pals). It's a happy place in the Morgan Mansion, we met many years ago (in a shop) and I can't think of one day he hasn't made me laugh out loud!

Typical scene: I come home from a hard day at the office, take my bra off (through my sleeve, you know how it's done) swing it around my head (it's large, so I get a whooooshing going) chuck it at Mr S, he rubs on his face and says "ahhh, hot from the breast". Then he'll chase me around for a while!

Dya still feel sorry for him? :wink:

I thought I was the only person who took her bra off through her sleeve!

Nope, I do too.

And a gay man too!



I must conclude...


DAMN SARA..

You got some BIG TITS...

what else can you fit in there?

Sara, is there still a pub by the name the "Duke of Bridgewater" operating in Manchester? I spent several drunken evenings there years ago.

I remember being cajoled by the friendly barkeeps there to drink gobs of a very potent concoction known as a "black snakebite," which consists of 1/2 lager, 1/2 cider, and black current juice. I don't remember much of the remainder of the evening, but I woke up the next morning with a pierced ear. Good times!

Did you also have a gay guy stuck in your bra, Ticomaya?

You don't expect us to get excited about a mere pierced ear do you?

Ticomay, I've not heard of that pub....but the name Bridgewater, suggests it's in an area that's been re-developed. There is now Bridgewater Hall (an award winning concert hall, home to the Halle Orchestra). After an evening of snakebite, I'm surprised you didn't wake up with a Prince Albert, I'd say you got off lightly! :wink: A lot of Manchester has undergone 'gentrification' apart from where I live, which has undergone 'sluttification'.

Gus, the gay guy was a midget.....hope that clears things up!

I could find that name in my pub guides neither.

Additionally to Darah's response: there's the 'Marriott Worsley Park Hotel & Country Club' on the formerly Duke of Bridgewater's estate now, in -well- Worsley, GreaterManchester.