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Speak for yourself, Krusty Krutch.

Yeah right Jabba. In yer dreams.

Not a lot, he was in and out whilst I was bent over getting the bird out the oven. :nono:

Not anymore you don't. Not after I caught you making a pigs in blanket with your sausage and one of my Mum's best back bacon rashers.

ENREST, thats you at your best and, in the spirit of Xmas, I am going to ignore your goading because we used to have a soft spot for one another (even if mine was between my legs and yours was between your ears).

Really? You told me you'd be immense too.........

He's blo*dy rubbish in the sack, I know THAT for a fact.

Now don't beat yourself up; more idiosyncratic or slightly off message/the ball rather than clumsy. :angel:

You and me both dogs breath, you and me both. No wonder we broke up.

Good. You thought you looked the bee's knees in those satin open-crotch panties but no one else did. Well, only that pissed bint with the 40GG knockers and 5 o'clock shadow you copped off with.

Your leg may be but what's in your pants sure ain't :nono:

Er, just a point of order, "ex". The miserable old toss pot in question said an 8 year old called round with her mother. You told us about your nephew's gold hot pants, but goodness, what were you wearing then? I know when we broke up I left some of my more dodgy erotic feminine clobber at your...

You and me both ANFC, you and me both :nono:

Wow boys, what a night!, The One Show and then all that came after, some men do know how to show a girl a good time. You saw the show and well, mentioning no names but I feel slightly jaded this morning, talk about not being able to stop a pig in a passage..... As regards Ernie and the...

Really? That's how I remember it.

Ooooh I remember! You were just so very butch.:eek::love::blush:

What a gentleman you are. Well, poor love, she's got a real let down coming her way when she cops your weeny wobbly weiner.

That's just wishful thinking you silly boy.

Thans hun. Couple more weeks recovery and then I'll soon be back on my back. x

I remember when you were more than happy for me to wrap up your sausage up in Page 3.Do you remember how excited you got and how grubby it looked when all the ink had rubbed off the page? Ah, happier times. I'm not bitter any more, you really ought to move on too now that your intensive...