Whats a c#ck is that texting code or something?So am on a bus coming back from work years ago and i notice this woman/guy (couldnae tell) staring at me to the point i felt awkward as fuck .This went on for a good half hour when this he or she stood up to get off the bus i felt a small bit of crunched up paper hit me but didnt think anythin of it.So he/she gets off the bus and shes still eyeballing me through the windaeso for some reason i lean down and pic this paper up and he/she had wrote 'pic of your c#ck pls'with their mobile number under it ☺obviously threw it away though
Was the pooper a prolific goal scorer who is a manager for another Angus team?Didn't happen to me, but whilst staying with a family in France, one of my team-mates (who went on to have a decent career with Forfar, Dunfermline and also in Australia) thought that a bidet was a shitey for bairns and laid a cable so thick you'd need a hacksaw to cut through it.
He came through the room and asked me how to flush it and that was when we heard the screams of the anguished French woman we were staying with.
That jobbie had a short, but happy life and received a humane burial in their back garden.
One and the same. He's now a bank manager for Bank of Shitland in Dundee too.......no wonder the government had to bail them oot!!!Was the pooper a prolific goal scorer who is a manager for another Angus team?
You should work in the DNA department that was quickly analysedWas the pooper a prolific goal scorer who is a manager for another Angus team?
You should work in the DNA department that was quickly analysed
Some insider knowledge about it being an ex-Forfar player.You should work in the DNA department that was quickly analysed
Shaped like a Forfar bridieSome insider knowledge about it being an ex-Forfar player.
oh shit!!He works in the Sewage Dept.
oh shit!!
That would be stew-age dept, ShammyHe works in the Sewage Dept.
You can't leave us hanging like that. What's the punchlineIn a pub on xmas evening I started to tell a joke "how do you circumcise a priest" and everyone went deathly quiet as I was about to deliver the punchline so I instinctively looked around to see who was standing behind me.....the parish priest.