Rugby, rugby, footy, footy, cars, beer, beer, birds, bikes.
Belch.
Feels good - clears the mind... of everything but the above.
I feel liberated! No more the multi-tasking fool!
No washing up!
No foreplay!
'Spose I'll have to stop doing this ---> x
Unless I'm gay...
But then I'd have to go to Habitat, and buy things in chrome...
Maybe I'll have to re-think this whole male thing.
Ta ra.
(must remeber to leave seat up)
I've just managed to entertain myself for the past hour.
Thanks a lot,
x
Good news about the modem, well done to Smorgs who enjoys being a girl really.
Cue Smorgs:
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy.
I adore being dressed in something frilly
When my date comes to get me at my place.
Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy,
Like a filly who is ready for the race!
When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
I float as the clouds on air do,
I enjoy being a girl!
When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
I just lap it up like honey
I enjoy being a girl!
I flip when a fellow sends me flowers,
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.
When men say I'm sweet as candy
As around in a dance we whirl,
It goes to my head like brandy,
I enjoy being a girl!
When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says he loves ev'ry silken curl
That falls on my iv'ry shoulder,
I enjoy being a girl!
When I hear the compliment'ry whistle
That greets my bikini by the sea,
I turn and I glower and I bristle,
But I happy to know the whistle's meant for me!
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.
I learned a new word tonight:
Bathycolpian.
Have you ever heard of that?
(without looking it up)
x
...and embroglio.
Ever heared of that?
x
I'm used to imbroglios...
smorgs wrote:...and embroglio.
Ever heared of that?
x
Embarrassing and complicated plot questions about having deep bosoms always turn up in my erotic cross-word puzzles.
I know the second one.
Ovid wrote this about what a Goddess wanted and Goddesses in Ovid, and many others, represent "the real you". The unfaked reality.
Quote:To praise is not enough: I should have praise
Myself, not suffer my divinity
To be despised unscathed.
The Goddess is Pallas who is about to administer chastisement to Arachne for daring to think she is a rival. (Book V! Metamorphoses).
My experience with ladies leads me to side with the old sage rather than the ads in ladies magazines which are written by ladies or their lackeys and lickspittals for the very purpose of luring us helpless men into the jaws of doom.
Walter Hinteler wrote:dadpad wrote:erm thats Doncaster England (near Manchester).
I know a Doncaster near Sheffield (South Yorkshire [West Riding]), but near Manchester ...?
Walter for us Paris is "near" Manchester. Like Mactag said its all reletive.
You are however correct. Sheffield is closer.
How long would it take to get from Manchester to Doncaster. Just to orientate meself.
Steve 41oo wrote:Sorry to hear this. Where abouts exactly...I should have been at St Columb Major last week...with bikes.
I dont know exactly, sorry. I think getting knocked off his bike was a major consideration in the decision to ride on said footpath.
Sorry good morning all. A georgouse bright sunny day here in OZ.
dp wrote-
Quote:How long would it take to get from Manchester to Doncaster.
In an E-Type or on Mathos's crossbar?
dadpad wrote:A georgouse bright sunny day here in OZ.
something similar forcast for UK tomorrow. Maybe more georgouser. Speaking of tomorrow, thats now by 30 mins. Just back from a meeting in Linslade...a place I never heard of. Dog tired night all.
And here's little old wine drinking me as sprightly as a spring chicken and all the fitness fanatics are zonked out and I'm probably the eldest too.
Good morning, all!
Having to do some early phone calls and then get my car to the inspectin plus winter tires on.
Morning walter.
Its lucky I dont really have to know how long it would take to get from manchester to doncater.
Good evening to you, lucky dadpad!
spendius wrote:I know the second one.
Ovid wrote this about what a Goddess wanted and Goddesses in Ovid, and many others, represent "the real you". The unfaked reality.
Quote:To praise is not enough: I should have praise
Myself, not suffer my divinity
To be despised unscathed.
The Goddess is Pallas who is about to administer chastisement to Arachne for daring to think she is a rival. (Book V! Metamorphoses).
My experience with ladies leads me to side with the old sage rather than the ads in ladies magazines which are written by ladies or their lackeys and lickspittals for the very purpose of luring us helpless men into the jaws of doom.
There was a section of questions on Ovid on University Challenge last night.
That's where I got bathycolpia from...
Mornin' all!
x
I think it would take about an hour to get to Doncaster from here- but why would anyone do that?
Only joking, morning all.
Morning, McTag. Reading through, I note that the legend in her own lunchtime, Nigella, has finished her awful run on TV , so that gave me a reason to be cheerful.
Speaking of which..
Reasons to be cheerful, Part three (one, two three)
Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats
18-wheeler Scammels, Domenecker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
Seeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and Willy
Being rather silly, and porridge oats
A bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share it
You're welcome, we can spare it - yellow socks
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
Going on 40 - no electric shocks
The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty,
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox
Reading up on Spendy, Young'uns being trendy
Holding something bendy - Railway clocks
Milly Molly Mandy, things that come in handy
Legs that aren't too bandy and windswept locks
Nigella in her twee pose, pronouncing jalla peanose
Dandy, Mad and Beanos - biscuits that you dunk
Smorgy in the kitchen, Halloweeners witchin'
Sunburn when it's itchin'- Soul and Funk
McTaggy eating curry, dressing in a hurry
Mints that come from Murray - Mathos on his bike
Anyone called Hermann, Walter who is German
Watching Ethel Merman - anything you like.
Scott and Virgil Tracey, thrillers that are pacey
Feeling something lacey - Corn beef hash
Fishy eggs and blinis, tiny string bikinis
Bottles that have genies - sausages and mash.
Reasons to be cheerful, Part 3.
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed..
Somebody told me in the pub that he had seen Mr Palin interview a lady in a "porcelain" manufacturing plant in Germany. It seems there's a trend in Germany for men to sit down to do pee-pee.
Is that right Walt?
