The bars shut, Fuck me thats one saying I never like hearing
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The bars shut, Fuck me thats one saying I never like hearing
3.50 a pint is one Im now used to.
I would kill our milkman if he tried that one on me
What's a milkman?
A man who sells milk, fuck me the education system in Hull must have been shocking
OK, yeah I remember! My mum really liked ours. Robin Askswith , i think he was called. Cheeky chap, always up a ladder or delivering something. Anyway, she seemed to like him.
So she always got her daily yoghurt then
Oh Right! I get it now! So what did she mean when she said Robin was pinching her loaf?
I thought he had forgotten to leave a large white sliced,
I hate racism, in fact there is only one thing in the whole world I hate more than racists. The French! [img]biggrin.gif[/img]
ooh la la
Yeah Right!
Yeah Right!
Johnny thats why the mysterious French post dissapeared but good old Skyline did it for me.
The plot thickens
You all must go to the wrong part of France. The Parisians do hate everyone who isnt French, not just us Rost biff's.
I go to Loire and Normandy every June and they love us there. As long as you don't ask for egg and chips and a pint of bitter, they are great. I was in a bar in France for England v France in Euro 2004. They bought us drinks when we scored and then again when we lost, and these were proper onion munchers with big black bicycles.
Top fellas every year mate.
Ok, only been to France twice, once to the south when I was 18 and ended up knockin this obnoxious twat over a table in a disco (as they were then) and getting barred, just because he took offence to us talking to these gorgeous french sisters. The other tme was on my Honeymoon in Paris when we were crossing the road and this bloke stuck his bonnet halfway across the white line and expected us to walk round, he got a little pissed off when I walked straight over the top and left a few dents on the way. We also got stalked in Paris, this bloke followed us for a few blocks but I had him sussed and kept stopping to look in shop windows etc, so he did the same, right up until I turned and chased the bastard giving him tons of abuse on the way, good job I didn't catch him. Our lass gave me loads afterwards. Fuck em.
I should think so. It was your Honeymoon.
LoL, ah memories.
Ciao!
Speak to me for 2 hours using the queen's english in your rough-as-guts Australian accent and then finish off with f'king "ciao!" Huh?!?!
No worries.
I was in Paris for the last New Year's Eve.
I thought it was great. Culturally speaking,
after a then 18 months in Hull, it was like a
different universe as opposed to a different
country/city.
I've remembered a new hateable, probably the
champion of hateables, as it goes...
'Don't you know who I am?'
D.
<font color="#FF0000" size="1">[ August 24, 2005 10:02 AM: Message edited by: Deviant D ]</font>
I stopped eating thier apples. And what the fuck is BOMP?
<font color="#FF0000" size="1">[ August 24, 2005 11:26 AM: Message edited by: IH Rich Rags ]</font>
Don't you know who BOMP is? You don't even know
that. Pfe! Everybody knows who Bomp is.
D.
I will never ever live that down!
Well, I never did read the original skies of
fury - (a good name for Ratbag's band?) - email,
so you've got that going for you, at least. [img]wink.gif[/img]
D.