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Maria
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Not a chance bhoys, not a chance ?
NAAAWWW!!Feeling well fkn queezy Michael, remember wax n candles pal, wax n candles and yer futures lookin very bright tae me pal ??
ye'll want a pie after thisI like nice food but i can eat a huge f-off steak in my own mushroom sauce which is dynamite and better than restaurant jus, like the rest of yeez but i can’t do the whole pie thing.
I can’t stand seeing lassies eating kebabs in public either.
I know very sexist but i find it a bit well fuck it just plain wrong ??
Its like the buckfast thing.
Hate seeing lassies drink that shit full stop.
connosewer of pies maria!Is he a pie expert?
the lady doth protest too much! she might have the candles and the matches,but we've got the pies!!!Not a chance bhoys, not a chance ?
the lady doth protest too much! she might have the candles and the matches,but we've got the pies!!!
Aye the sewer parts right lol
naaaawww! ayah! ayah!Yeah but im a heavy pyro lol
wiz that an abba song....Boab is that a dancin pie?
Maria, I hope you realise that kebabs and lambrini are a delicate part of the mating ritual where I come from.I like nice food but i can eat a huge f-off steak in my own mushroom sauce which is dynamite and better than restaurant jus, like the rest of yeez but i can’t do the whole pie thing.
I can’t stand seeing lassies eating kebabs in public either.
I know very sexist but i find it a bit well fuck it just plain wrong ??
Its like the buckfast thing.
Hate seeing lassies drink that shit full stop.
To be fair, MD......the actual lines consist of a lot more profanity and are barely inteliigible due to big chunks of kebab being munched whilst said chatting-up is ongoing.noo thats whit ye call a chat up line! whit lassie could resist an onslaught like that, shakespeare eat yer heart oot, ya baldy english prick!!!
My French extends only to: "voulez-vous manger mon kebab, ma cherie amour"pure class mate, ovid would have been proud of ye,chattin up an munchin lumps ae meat at the same time that's a gift,think the french called that l'amour!!!
Maria, I hope you realise that kebabs and lambrini are a delicate part of the mating ritual where I come from.
The suitability of a potential life-partner is dependent upon how much chilli sauce a lassie can negotiate without getting it on her joggy bottoms!
If a fella can neck a big bottle of lambrini and no piss himself, then in the words of our fine ladies: "he's a keeper"!
The closest you'll get to steak and mushrooms here, is in a bake from Bayne's and hallucinogenics from Camperdown!
My French extends only to: "voulez-vous manger mon kebab, ma cherie amour"
Usually results in a beating, but that's also a sign of romance up here