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Post by Uncle Quentin on Sept 26, 2018 14:48:18 GMT
Thought my mate Chas would enjoy this one, but didn't want to offend my friend Lou P by posting it without warning on the main thread ... Sausages
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Post by Charley Says... on Sept 27, 2018 17:51:50 GMT
All it needed was a Beatles wig on the jar... And it would have been the spitting image of Harold...
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Post by LouP on Sept 27, 2018 18:01:51 GMT
Thought my mate Chas would enjoy this one, but didn't want to offend my friend Lou P by posting it without warning on the main thread ... Sausages "Oooh, you are awful........but I laike you"
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Post by Uncle Quentin on Sept 28, 2018 18:06:35 GMT
Thought my mate Chas would enjoy this one, but didn't want to offend my friend Lou P by posting it without warning on the main thread ... Sausages "Oooh, you are awful........but I laike you" Hey, you're not supposed to be on here Missy! You're too much of a lady to be viewing the kind of internet filth somebody like Charley might produce.
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Post by Charley Says... on Sept 28, 2018 18:35:04 GMT
She's been on the GHB's again...
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Post by Uncle Quentin on Sept 28, 2018 18:49:10 GMT
An old man selling the Big Issue accosted me today while I was using the hole-in-wall outside the Spar.
I don't want your magazine fella, I told him, but I'll be back.
I returned (lugging my bags of shopping) with a chicken salad sandwich for him, a bottle of water and a fiver. Then I sat down with him and chatted with him for twenty minutes, listening to his story. He was ex Army. Bless him.
There but for the grace of God etc, he was a really nice guy too.
I often give the guys in town a couple of pound coins too, especially if they have a dog, but rarely have the time to actually talk to them, which is a shame. I felt he valued my time more than everything else.
I know there's a lot of shyster's around, but you can't ignore all the sleeping bags down the High Street.
Great Britain eh?!
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Post by CAEF on Sept 30, 2018 11:50:48 GMT
Oddball Roy. The man who still does five finger shuffles at night over Hayley (not literally of course as she is brown bread).
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