I'd rather hack my own feet off and send them to Edward Heath's dead grandmother than read that monkey-bawz. Down with women, that's what I say. You should all be ashamed of yourselves :mad:
I'd rather hack my own feet off and send them to Edward Heath's dead grandmother than read that monkey-bawz. Down with women, that's what I say. You should all be ashamed of yourselves :mad:
I'd rather hack my own feet off and send them to Edward Heath's dead grandmother than read that monkey-bawz. Down with women, that's what I say. You should all be ashamed of yourselves :mad:
Or alternatively read a book of your choice i.e mayfair (or whatever) on public transport in the interests of balancing it up
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Have you been reading Fifty Shades of Grey, the word moot is used in that
I have to agree too. It does not appear as much as it should do. Those occassions where it is the perfect word but generally causes discomfort.
I guess though if you cannot use it, it is a moot point
Jesus ****ing Christ. You are kidding me?
FFS that is my word de jours. That horseshit has lassoed it? *clutches beads*
Bloody hell
Quite so...* polite applause...curtsey *
I bow to you erudition *scrape*
Vosne my friend, where has you serendipity gone?
Oops. Ignore previous post. I bow to you Sir
Nope, it's in there. Go have a read
No wonder you are still awake
It died on the wings of a dove
I'm always awake, I don't need a book
I'd rather hack my own feet off and send them to Edward Heath's dead grandmother than read that monkey-bawz. Down with women, that's what I say. You should all be ashamed of yourselves :mad:
Who is Edward Heath?
Or alternatively read a book of your choice i.e mayfair (or whatever) on public transport in the interests of balancing it up
He would kill fifty shades. Ex PM pre Thatcher
Razzle, darling, Razzle. I have my (guttural) place in life. Me and Oscar Wilde.
A gnome at the end of your garden. In a closet.
Ahh ok. Thanks
I wondered what was in that bloody closet :mad:
Top quality, read that in public! I dare ya!
I'd have to uncrackle the pages. They're like poppadoms
At least it is something to chew on
It is the mans version of 50 shades. With pictures
Ahhhh... FILTH :mad: