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A few days off
- Thread starter Magicpole
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And the fact that you can take it off every night helps.My hair, although utterly glorious, is not long. I had it cut a few weeks ago and as usual, it turns heads everywhere I venture. Gasps, swoons and people breaking into spontaneous applause is a common facet of every day of my life. It’s the thickness, the coverage, the way it sits perfectly, it’s shine and gloss that makes it sumptuous and the envy of every nude nut that crosses my path. I do what I can.
Magicpole
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Tsk tsk not at all.And the fact that you can take it off every night helps.
I wasn't asking. I was telling you that it was morning.I got woken by someone from work phoning who forgot I was off. I am now having a real coffee whilst contemplating what to do today. My lovely has her pal coming to stay and I have volunteered to help tidy up by cleaning the bathroom. I am such a top bloke that I even surprise myself. Thanks for asking though Mist. Appreciated.
Magicpole
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Have you ever considered a career with the security services? That kind of insight is invaluable.I wasn't asking. I was telling you that it was morning.
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It’s always a good feeling when you can hang up your cape, sit on your perfectly sculpted arse, and let the world save its fucking self for a few bastard days.
I find myself in that very situation.
I don’t believe in pre planning, as for the most times, I enthusiastically accept invitations to all sorts of stuff that sounds fucking brilliant at the time, fast forward three weeks and you are fucking despondent at how much of a stupid **** you are, in agreeing to go anywhere, ever. Especially anything over a day in the future. I want an invite for that night or the next day. Give me more than three days to mull it over and I am wracking my brain for mental as, no **** could make that up, type of fib to keep me at home. Happy.
So, having cleared that up, I have no plans except to enjoy whatever happens. There are of course givens. Wine, who knows, I may go full balls out tonto and have one or two of my fine Malts. Great food, of course, what’s the point otherwise? Music, the classic legends, Bygraves, Boyce, O’Donnel and the eternal Manilow.
And if I want laughs, I need look no further than my Bobby Davro best bits DVD. I’m laughing now thinking about that.
I will pop back in to keep you all up to date with whatever shenanigans I get up to. I know you will be gutted if I don’t. Makes sense when you think about it, really.
What is your idea of a perfect long weekend? If you can he arsed.
Strictly no time wasters, or mormons.
Enjoyed reading that. My wife and I often wonder why the fuck we were so stupid as to agree to doing things that require interaction with others. I like my mates but only on watsapp...or at a stretch, and with minimal effort on my part, in a pub.
A perfect weekend would involve sunshine and a drink. Somewhere abroad would help. I find my dislike of people tends to apply to English speakers predominantly. I like that you can't really tell how much of a **** someone is if theu're talking another language. Unless it's French. Then you know they will be.
I don't know why, but I love this. Best opening to a thread I've seen.It’s always a good feeling when you can hang up your cape, sit on your perfectly sculpted arse, and let the world save its fucking self for a few bastard days.
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I saw Bobby Davro in a restaurant in St James one lunchtime in the early 90's.It’s always a good feeling when you can hang up your cape, sit on your perfectly sculpted arse, and let the world save its fucking self for a few bastard days.
I find myself in that very situation.
I don’t believe in pre planning, as for the most times, I enthusiastically accept invitations to all sorts of stuff that sounds fucking brilliant at the time, fast forward three weeks and you are fucking despondent at how much of a stupid **** you are, in agreeing to go anywhere, ever. Especially anything over a day in the future. I want an invite for that night or the next day. Give me more than three days to mull it over and I am wracking my brain for mental as, no **** could make that up, type of fib to keep me at home. Happy.
So, having cleared that up, I have no plans except to enjoy whatever happens. There are of course givens. Wine, who knows, I may go full balls out tonto and have one or two of my fine Malts. Great food, of course, what’s the point otherwise? Music, the classic legends, Bygraves, Boyce, O’Donnel and the eternal Manilow.
And if I want laughs, I need look no further than my Bobby Davro best bits DVD. I’m laughing now thinking about that.
I will pop back in to keep you all up to date with whatever shenanigans I get up to. I know you will be gutted if I don’t. Makes sense when you think about it, really.
What is your idea of a perfect long weekend? If you can he arsed.
Strictly no time wasters, or mormons.
Don't encourage him. He's only off because his missus has got her mate over and they need taxiing around.I don't know why, but I love this. Best opening to a thread I've seen.