Mancunian night out!

lookin' for some strange . . .

lookin' for a little trim . . .

tiein' one on . . .


There are so many, but as i don't cruise for tail any longer, and take no strong drink, they don't so readily come to mind as they might have done in the past . . .

I'm going to tax that one!

Set wrote, "…i don't cruise for tail any longer, and take no strong drink."

Please accept my sincere condolences.

Don't let Lovey catch ya sayin' that . . .

My nights out used to have one purpose "getting the bone home" nowadays I just concentrate on getting myself home.

Same here. I walk/stumble down a hill after my trips to the pub, grateful for not sliding on wet moss during the last bit...

Oh, the hangover

I GUESS YOU WANT US ALL TO BE QUIET, YOU KNOW, NO SHOUTING OR BANGING ABOUT IN THE KITCHEN . . . TURN THE RADIO DOWN, IS THAT WHAT YOU SAID ?

Setanta, firing a warning shot across the bows, "Don't let Lovey catch ya sayin' that . . ."

May I extend my warmest congratulations to you and yours. Proving the old adage: Game + SET = MATCH.

I hope you will overlook my irascible behaviour, due in no small part on my reliance on the Tennessee Tribune to keep me informed of the goinon's. However, I shudda nowed that iffin it was goinon further than a crow can fly in a day, the TT wood miss it.

I leave for your edification, one-liners that are guaranteed to keep you safe. Down hereaways, we say, not in order of success:

Lookin for a date? I want a raisin.

The word of the day is "legs". Let's spread the word.

I may not be a geologist, but I'll make your bed rock.

Excuse me, do you know how much Gustavratzenhofer weighs?...No!

You'll do.


Now, wer'd I put my runnin boots?




P.S. Smorgs, a full (blow-by-blow) account is eagerly anticipated.

I hope your will is up to date

See, see . . . i tole ya not to let Lovey see that . . .

I wrote, "Lookin for a date? I want a raisin."

ehBeth wrote, "I hope your will is up to date"

My dear Lady, Will thanks you for your concern, and wishes me to assure you that any date is a fig-ment of a vivid imagination. Humbly yours.

Humble.

I think I like you like that, T&A.

T & A . . .


heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee . . .


The Girl wrote T & A . . .


okbye

In that ménage[/b] means housekeeping, i suggest you git your skinny butt out in the kitchen and get them dishes done, afore The Girl takes a broom to the pair of us . . . i'll be acarryin' the garbage out an' tryin' to sneak a smoke . . .

Okey dokey Boss. Grits and Red Eye Gravy comin up.

Ingredients
Grits. 1/2 cup Brewed Coffee. Ham Drippings

Directions
Prepare 3 servings of grits as package directs. In iron skillet, cover ham with water and cover. Cook country ham slices until browned. Remove from Iron skillet. Add a little water to ham fat, creating a brown or "red eye" gravey. Some folks add a little coffee.

Cook over medium heat 2 to 3 minutes, stirring in ham drippings from bottom of skillet. Spoon over hot cooked grits and serve.

Now, got any chewin baccy?

I gotta go, sees yah later.

Try wrote:

"The word of the day is "legs". Let's spread the word."

That reminded me of a saying one of my guy friends told me. My buddy and I were walking down a hall at work and a supposedly 'sordid' woman passed us, my buddy said "She has peanut butter legs" me "Huh? what does that mean" he replied..."her legs spread easy" That caught me off guard. Did I catch anyone else off guard?

Well, you didn't catch me off guard, turtlette - cuz I don't think you have peanut butter legs (should I rethink my online persona of LadyPB?).