No. You, Stevie, are the biggest pleasure in my life. I want you, Stevie, and I want you to want me too. It's your intelligence that does it for me, Stevie. Tell you what, Stevie, my dream would be to have you, Wathred, Cain Dingle & Heaney round to mine for a challenging conversation about the safe pedestrianisation of Norwich City centre. I'm sopping at the thought of it, Stevie.
RE: No. you ok ***** ..cause you are been stirring it up all day as usual..( ..love to wind me up like a clock ..
RE: No. I'd love to wind you up, Stevie, then let you go. You could be my special little toy, Stevie. You know you want me, Stevie. Me, you, Wathred, Cain & Heaney. Together we could rule the world.
RE: No. stuck for words ..always am when i'ts you..hard pressing buttons when you'e fist is screwed up(
RE: No. I did notice you were having typing difficulties, Stevie. Then again, Stevie, it's pretty obvious you only went to school for the milk.
Ahhh. I suppose you want to have it off with me too. You'll have to join the queue. Good luck with that.
RE: No. no for f.ucks sake dont say no more ..he must have a few enemies..dont want him getting a good hiding ..and it falling on my shoulders....not for a lovely person like him ...(Y)
What's wrong, Stevie? We could make beautiful music together, Stevie. Although I'll have to read the music - as you seem to have the same level of intelligence as a tin of sago.
You already have my details, Stevie. All you need to know, Stevie, is that you're the one for me. You, me, candles, a hot bath ... and some of those floating letters & numbers so we can teach you the alphabet & stop you counting with your toes.
