Author Topic: Having an absolute punch up, topless in a thunderstorm with your garden shed.  (Read 301 times)

Kryton

  • 'A man who lives downstairs'
'Mon you planky fuck. With your dickhead window allowing little light into your interior.
Half arsed roof. Leaking damp into the southern wall.
Haphazard distribution of once useful tools and boxes of damp comics that were worth something in the 90's.
'Mon eh?

Kryton

  • 'A man who lives downstairs'
'Eh?
With your long dead Grandad's contraption that you borrowed to help with the tomatoes but your forgot to return?
That leather topped 'stool' and workbench never used.
That model train-track to nowhere.
Them dice you kept in a jar, you fucker!
'Mon, fucking C'mon...

Glebe

  • This is a low-flying panic attack.
"Don't give it all that (mouthy hand motion), with your crap about your ability to store an entire broken old spring bed... y'think y'rock, don't yah? C'mere pal... I'll facking sort you out!"

FerriswheelBueller

  • CaB rear of the year 2020
  • Silver Member
  • ****
  • Take it easy, but take it.
    • I am antsy for baseball in the off-season.
...or as I call it, “a normal Thursday!!”

Glebe

  • This is a low-flying panic attack.
Arthur Jackson gets extremely drunk.

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