I once walked around the streets of a village in Brittany wearing a pair of canary yellow pyjamas in an attempt to alleviate a touch of sunburn. it worked rather well, and it appeared from the look on people's faces as I passed by that they couldn't give a flying fuck. Mind, I did have Mrs Ewing at my side who might have dissuaded a few tourists from tittering!What's going on can't they get bloody dressed..and getting on the bleeding bus.
Think I'll go out in my y fronts and slippers
Sounds like she was seriously misunderstood. Did you bang it ?Lovely Georgia next door was a prime case. Dyed black hair, fake tan, big lips, wore the best part of fuck all, didn’t work, always smoking and had about three different fellas on the go.
Deep down there was a genuinely kind girl but one who was unable to think for herself. She ended up doing a midnight run and even bailiffs have come round for her since.
Jeez don't get me started on them. A friends daughter looks absolutely ridiculous with them. I looked at her and thought what the fuck have you done to yourself.And duck lips
Jeez don't get me started on them. A friends daughter looks absolutely ridiculous with them. I looked at her and thought what the fuck have you done to yourself.
Only one bus......Could be worse.An arse like the rear end of a bus wearing black leggings.
God no. I have some standards.Sounds like she was seriously misunderstood. Did you bang it ?