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Post by Argyle_Smurf on Mar 22, 2008 12:24:47 GMT -1
Is it just me, or are the pictures missing?
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Post by MRMILLWALL on Mar 22, 2008 13:30:41 GMT -1
Is it just me, or are the pictures missing? Ohhhhhhh youve broken it!!! Dunno what happened to the pics mate i was drunk.
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Mar 22, 2008 13:34:14 GMT -1
link <----- the link works <--- but the photo doesn't.... tis very odd
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Post by MRMILLWALL on Mar 22, 2008 13:38:50 GMT -1
link <----- the link works <--- but the photo doesn't.... tis very odd Maybe one of the admin will fix it.
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Mar 22, 2008 13:40:56 GMT -1
fat chance
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Post by MRMILLWALL on Mar 22, 2008 13:43:00 GMT -1
fat chance ;D
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Post by CmonYouSpurs on Mar 22, 2008 16:19:48 GMT -1
"PASTIE's text pesting is getting out of control", thinks Gres at 3.17 on a Friday morning ;D ;D
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Post by GresleyRam©®™ on Mar 23, 2008 21:51:02 GMT -1
PASTIE had got lost again, GRES was just checking on how he was doing!
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Post by GresleyRam©®™ on Mar 23, 2008 21:54:59 GMT -1
GRES checked his phone at 3.17am and decided it was time to change his number!
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Post by T C on Mar 23, 2008 22:41:07 GMT -1
GRES checked his phone at 3.17am and decided it was time to change his number!
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Post by PASTIE on Mar 24, 2008 18:35:29 GMT -1
He told me he'd never relay that message Bastards
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Post by GresleyRam©®™ on Mar 25, 2008 20:43:11 GMT -1
Imple’s secrets
1. Despite me protesting otherwise, I really CAN’T handle my wine (or any other type of drink)! At a wedding about 4 years ago, I got hideously pissed courtesy of the free bar (the groom’s father was President of the Royal College of Surgeons at the time), and had a chat with my best mate on the phone quite late on in the evening. Sadly, I couldn’t remember the part where I said that if the sex she was getting with her bloke (who been cheating on me with her) was all she was ever going to get then I pitied her…
2. As a small child (about 9) I was told off (in fact, I think they drove me home) by the local rozzers for painting the inside walls of a garage of an empty house further up our street. In our defence, my friends and I thought we were doing the to-be-owners a favour…
3. My only fight was with Tracy Gray at the end of primary school. I was heckling from the side-lines after her opponent didn’t turn up and she asked me if I was going to make her shut up. I punched her in the mouth and then ran off crying!
4. I was once flashed at by some bloke in a park. I was only about 10 and was with a friend at the park we weren’t allowed to go to because it wasn’t within bellowing distance of our mums. We looked at each other and laughed; he zipped up and ran off. We never spoke a word of it after. Until now…
5. At the impressionable age of 13, I made up a story about having an 18- year-old boyfriend. It was all going so well until my mum rumbled me and grassed me up to my friends. Oddly, they didn’t believe a word I said for about a week!
6. Before she married my Dad, I used to baby-sit for my 2nd step mum (the child being my now 22- year-old stepbrother.) One night he was being a particularly obnoxious little twat and told me he was going to go out into the night to find his mum in order to tell her I was beating him. I thought the best way to deter him from this was to tell him that if he did, he’d be eaten by the monsters outside and he’d never get to tell his mum. Not only that, but they knew everything that went on and if he said anything to an adult, they’d move in under his bed and stay there. I seem to have got away with it thus far…
7. When I was a properly weeny Imp, my Dad had to stop me watching ‘Teddy Edward’ (kid’s programme of yester-year) because whenever it finished, I would cry hysterically. Apparently, it was something to do with him saying ‘goodbye’ at the end of each episode. I just think I was a bit highly-strung
8. Nearly forgot this one, it’s particularly shaming and a VERY good advert for not drinking EVER! August Bank Holiday weekend, easily 10 years ago. Been out drinking in the village where my friend (of secret 1 fame) lived, we all ended up back at someone’s house. I was lusting after the very unattainable and unadvisable Johnno, and was being chatted up by Ian, much to my indifference. The next thing I remember was waking up in bed with Ian the next morning. Except it was Johnno and I had no memory of it. Of ANY of it. Imagine my shame as I had to walk back into the pub for lunch later that day with everyone there from the previous evening!
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Post by PASTIE on Mar 25, 2008 22:50:52 GMT -1
*falls off chair* then howls with anguish as I'm on the work laptop and just dare not embark on picture hunts on parties, pissheads and surgeons. I'll be back though
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Post by MRMILLWALL on Mar 26, 2008 2:23:15 GMT -1
Imp is well pleased with herself after another good decorating job is completed on time!!
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Post by MRMILLWALL on Mar 26, 2008 2:27:28 GMT -1
Imp was so wankered last night she had to crash on a mates sofa.
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Post by MRMILLWALL on Mar 26, 2008 2:37:30 GMT -1
After Pastie had his bike nicked Gresley offered to lend him his work van until he got a new bike.
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Post by Imp on Mar 26, 2008 12:10:29 GMT -1
Imp is well pleased with herself after another good decorating job is completed on time!! Lol! As I remember, the garage looked a lot like that afterwards! ;D
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Post by CmonYouSpurs on Mar 26, 2008 17:04:32 GMT -1
After Pastie had his bike nicked Gresley offered to lend him his work van until he got a new bike. ;D
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Post by CmonYouSpurs on Mar 26, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -1
Imps pity for her best mate soon turned into a serious arse kicking
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Post by CmonYouSpurs on Mar 26, 2008 17:18:48 GMT -1
Sunday afternoon and Imp tells Si she is going for a quiet drive in the country
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