I drive the exact same car . Its been the best all round vehicle I've ever owned by far , until today when I was trying to change the heater motor , now its just a complete and utter xxxx.
He was telling me that you couldn't smoke in the street when you'd finished a meal in a restaurant, so they'd let you have a fag in the kitchen .
He walked into a corner shop when he was out there , and running it was one of his Indian mates from uni .
Lins lad went to India for three months a few years ago . The only time he had the trots , was the one time he ate in an English restaurant out there .
My last one is looking to move out .
He left once , then came back with a girlfriend in tow . She didn't move in , she just popped in one day and never went home.
I can't complain , at least she keeps him out of trouble .
Don't worry ol mate , I'll be sending you a freshly washed hamster , dressed in a santa suit , and we'll lubricated with goose fat . That'll take your mind off the Kings speech. Ho ho ho .
Theirs worse jobs I suppose .
I smell it every day , it seems like half the people that drive or walk past me are using it , and it pretty much all smells the same , apart from the odd one that really stinks something awful.
Many years ago , I worked in a slaughterhouse. You wouldn't believe what some of the dirty filthy xxxxx get up to . I can only hope that hygiene standards are a bit higher these days.
Shop bought meat is a last resort in this house. We mainly eat game that I've harvested and butchered myself .
I'm very disappointed in you . Ugly should never be an excuse for not mounting the beast .
My mates favourite saying is " faint heart never xxxxxx a pig "