She's got the voice of an Armley Tom

But oh my, oh my indeed.</p>

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I reckon she could kick your head in

Then eat you alive.</p>

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Not a problem

As long as she wore those boots.

 

I couldn't shag a woman with that rediculous Leeds drone.

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Well not again anyway.</p>

 

urr nurr nt

 

Its **** growing up

I used to shag owt with a pulse.</p>

Is that my Horlicks...?</p>

 

Responsibility and a 'ltr'

Work of the devil.</p>

A1 ace cabs used to be on retainer at 1 am Sunday morning....
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I had a self contained 1 bedroom flat in Barnsley towncentre

Only stayed in it Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.</p>

I hope the future Mrs Nutkins isn't reading this at work.</p>

 

hehe

Mrs Hartog has not even the slightest interest in football and its associated websites. And she thinks I 'only read that rubbish' on here. ahem.

 

I'm slack

I log onto the BBS on her laptop sometimes and it stays logged in...</p>

You meeting up with the usuals on Setdy?</p>

Might make the town for a couple pre match</p>

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RE: I'm slack

Dropping some specs off for one of the lads pre match, might be in Chennels at 2pm.</p>

Drag me Dad out for a pint and point him at the Forest fans, bring back memories of Orgreave and that the scabby scabbing scab b.stards.
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Hardly bloody Hooters is it? nt

 

What is ?

Barnsley town centre Hooters bar. *shudders*

 

Aye

In Barnsley the burgers all come with chips.

 

That waitress

paid us each individual attention making us feel special individually. On an individual basis. I'd hate to think she was that flirty with everyone, it'd shatter so many illusions.

 

What so she really didn't fancy us all?

Thats one of my memory wanks from today down the pan!

 

I'm still clinging to the idea that she fancied me the most

That and her hotpants.

 

She'd have thee for her snap. nt