I swoon at the cut of your jib sir. More of a shorts man myself. Most gracious of you though to slurp silent and contented.
Never took to shorts - think the Yorkshireman in me kicks in - ar much for a little swig! Nah I'll pass mate!!
I care not too much for my friend if hobs of the nobs are entreated. I tend to dip, but often thereafter lose the solid.
Happens to us all at some point in our lives ... Don't worry about it! You can get pills over counter Oh god you were talking about biscuits were,'t you? Scrub that comment then
Yes - it would be spendid as a kind of custard creme filling betwixt two chocolatey hob nobs. You might need a tissue though - for the mess
Think of that wonderful existence I myself experienced, once working out the meaning of "chaser". No longer a need to choose..
My friend (in the spirit of this thread) ....apparently there's no longer a prescription need. Straight up.
Can I come in please? Theres an ongoing cloud outside and its pissing down. Im told it hasnt stopped spouting rubbish since 1887.
Whilst admiring your tipple, so as to speak, may I suggest there may be a fine line between entreating and outright damn bragging? Whilst still being friendly.. of course..