ffs Dirk I'm not here anymore. Just gay. I don't know how it works myself. Like talking about bread I suppose.
ffs Dirk I'm not here anymore. Just gay. I don't know how it works myself. Like talking about bread I suppose.
In my day, we had teachers you could trust. For example my junior school teacher had his leg bitten off by a shark and he sowed it back on again himself (after a fight obviously), he was also struck by lightening, jumped up a 10 foot wall from the ground and landed on his feet because a train was coming, dived off a pier through barbed wire and had to hold his guts in until the ambulance arrived. And the very small hole in the CDT room window was when a sniper tried to kill him. Thanks Mr Pinkard, you have my respect.
All that just to become a teacher? The process is much easier know - you just sorta turn up, to be honest...
you don't know you're born or something I'm 36 you know and I've got all my own teeth* *With a couple of exceptions that I keep buried in shallow holes in the garden.
It's alright Jay, a group of us sorted it, by throwing paint at his house and then killing him and burying his teeth in my garden so he couldn't be identified. That's just between you, me, Dirk and Ketilbert though. Oh and Leeds Tyke, S.M and Pompey_Red if they're still about.
Who cares what happens to the likes of Leeds? They obviously dont give a sh*t about us or anybody else.