Not for the Vicar

It's about time we re-established the BB as a forum for the un PC.
If you happen to be a visiting female, shocked and horrified by the blatant objectivity, then post your own gyrating eye candy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBu-ewMRhkA
If you happen to be a visiting female, shocked and horrified by the blatant objectivity, then post your own gyrating eye candy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBu-ewMRhkA
seanoconn - gruagach craic!
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Desmond Tutu
So are you restricting access to Mac users only?
Steve Jobs would be spinning in his grave if he saw the design and creative output from Apple. It's shite.
Desmond Tutu
Hook up a dynamo and you might be able to power one of his laptops for a few minutes...
Did you like my new Jackanory instalment?
I'd rather apply crocodile clips to Mays nipples, in the interests of science of course, and apply a few low voltage shocks but I would have to stand in line and wait a long time...
Desmond Tutu
No don't do that. You might resuscitate her.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L_fCqg92qks
Bruiser
Panzer
Commuter
"I spent most of my money on birds, booze and fast cars: the rest of it I just squandered." [George Best]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eUDcTLaWJuo
Bruiser
Panzer
Commuter
"I spent most of my money on birds, booze and fast cars: the rest of it I just squandered." [George Best]
It wouldn't be fun for us.
It reminds me of an old Arabic expression; When the moon winks, the vulture flies sideways. Unfortunately, it looses a lot in translation and makes no sense whatsoever.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XcATvu5f9vE
And the Aussie version
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xh19zw_the-shane-warne-song-by-kevin-bloody-wilson_fun
Bruiser
Panzer
Commuter
"I spent most of my money on birds, booze and fast cars: the rest of it I just squandered." [George Best]
Hopkinb, gurning in a field is the way we roll in Hampshire, that's where the shrooms grow.
When I was 19, me and a couple of mates stayed near fishguard in Wales. We picked 3 carrier bags full, thousands of them. Dried 'em out, sold some, took lots. Marvellous they were. Never seen them since.
A long time ago, in a place far away... I had a friend called Dean. One fine Autumnal day, we went out in the woods on the South Downs. It was heaving with like minded people. We found a few. We exchanged certain herbal products for more.
Got back to his bedsit [and I won't go into the why's and wherefore's of his recipe] and had a shroom sandwich. This was the first and the last experience of this particular variety.
An hour later, diddley squat, nada. So out came the bong.
That's when the censored started. I got to the point that if you said that my hair was green, I would have believed it, such was my state of suggestibility. Dean said in alarm and with a white, ashen face "My wall is falling down, look". His back wall was long and had little windows at the top. We spent the next hour crawling along the wall pushing hard and I was being directed by Dean where the wall needed propping up. Eventually, Dean said "Don't worry mate, it's going to come down, no matter what we do". We sat there exhausted and resigned to the fate of Dean being evicted after the wall comes down, drenched in sweat.
Suffice to say the wall was fine and all I remember was wandering home and wondering what the hell had happened.
I like the smell of marker pens though.
I beg to differ. I was never short of something to do. In fact, I started working part time on a Farm and Equestrian centre at 14.
I used to spy on those naughty haughty girls on horseback wearing Jodhpurs. Th rest of the time was spent on my snooker table. I started cycling to school/not to school/work/snooker hall when I was 14.
It may help after pushing Deans back wall in
14! Ya feckin jessie. I was cycling to school when I was 8. Worked on a farm during the summer hols. Tossing hay bales onto trailers.
It may have been the antidote.
The alternative "4 Welshmen" anyone?