Originally Posted by Uncle Quentin:
“Moon Eyes disgusted me last night.
Her thoughtful husband had spent hours cooking her a lovely meal for her to grin at, and she just didn't want to know.
He'd laid the table beautifully, had a nice bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, and had even gotten all his cooking times spot on so it was ready to serve as soon as her grin came through the door, closely followed by her moon eyes, and then finally the rest of her.
But what did she do?
Rubbed her grinning neck, said she was tired, and shot off upstairs for an 'early night.'
Early night be buggered!
It was only 3:30 in the afternoon, fricking Deal or No Deal hadn't even come on yet.
So we've learned that Moon Eyes has a nice house with nice furnishings, a loving, caring, attentive husband, no visible money worries, an adult daughter - and she wants to trade that 'unhappy' existence in to live with a whinging, wheezing, sweating, pot less, prat of a bloke who stinks of BO (probably) in a hovel of a flat above a cab office.
Just as you do like.
Pathetic Lloyd has had some equally pathetic girlfriends in his time, but old Moon Eyes takes the bloody biscuit.
Really hope her hubby breaks both of his legs, and his back.”
“Moon Eyes disgusted me last night.
Her thoughtful husband had spent hours cooking her a lovely meal for her to grin at, and she just didn't want to know.
He'd laid the table beautifully, had a nice bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, and had even gotten all his cooking times spot on so it was ready to serve as soon as her grin came through the door, closely followed by her moon eyes, and then finally the rest of her.
But what did she do?
Rubbed her grinning neck, said she was tired, and shot off upstairs for an 'early night.'
Early night be buggered!
It was only 3:30 in the afternoon, fricking Deal or No Deal hadn't even come on yet.
So we've learned that Moon Eyes has a nice house with nice furnishings, a loving, caring, attentive husband, no visible money worries, an adult daughter - and she wants to trade that 'unhappy' existence in to live with a whinging, wheezing, sweating, pot less, prat of a bloke who stinks of BO (probably) in a hovel of a flat above a cab office.
Just as you do like.
Pathetic Lloyd has had some equally pathetic girlfriends in his time, but old Moon Eyes takes the bloody biscuit.
Really hope her hubby breaks both of his legs, and his back.”
BIB



Also are we really supposed to believe she would leave that fabulous house for that Kip with Lionel Mullichie **rolls eyes**





”