I've seriously just read 14 months worth of unread PM's from you lot. Here are my answers: Jay - Agreed, what a set of cnuts Supertyke - Sorry, I couldn't help myself Dyson - No, it was her Sister Mr C - I'd suggest an Etch-A-Sketch Whitey - Not interested Gally - Not second hand, no Indie Red - Lock him in a room with Hemsworth Can't be arsed answering the others. They're mainly requests for promiscuous, unprotected intercourse from Fired. And Jay.
Gutted. Thought you'd at least go for the one regarding the lava lamp collection, or the evening at the leather museum.
I'm gutted I didn't see your invite to the Owl Sanctuary. That would have been a lovely day out. Unless "Owl Sanctuary" meant your fellas bedroom. *shudders
I've had 50 odd PM's today. My own fault for being a lovely person. Was very tempted though to send them a photo of my ball bag. That's the bag I keep my footballs in, obviously. And Moira Stewart's severed head.
I'll be honest - if your secret is about football you can fecking keep it. I'd rather get treble teamed by Kayo, Mooro & Kato than talk about grown men kicking a bag of wind about. Football should be banned from this site. It would be miles better.
It was about Japanese dwarves on stilts and their propensity to take all the jobs of English stilt walking dwarves.
Sorry TFP I've just read your private message. My answer is that I no longer own a hatstand but I can get you lube.