singles thread

[minute5072]

What is it with people having to stay in and look after cats?! They are cats ffs. Is said cat ill or something??

(I'm only upset because my friend is always asking me to babysit her cats. I don't mind much because it means I can use her internet and stuff, but I do find the whole reason of me being there a fairly pointless one?!)

[Katster]

nah, but there's no-one else to look after her while my folks are away on holiday

It's only til monday anyway, plus I could do with some time off the booze after poland, and i cant say no to raiding the freezer and sky+ over the weekend

[Peevis]

I can be quite accommodating.

[rabid]

My kinda girl

I'll get me coat!

[Kowalski]

She'll cook you breakfast too.

[Peevis]

Black pudding?

[RABun]

I like baps and sauce for breakfast myself.

Not so hot on kippers though.

[sifi]

I outraged.

Smut - clear smut - going on, and I'm not part of it. It's an outrage I tell you.

Edited September 12, 2008 by sifimaster

[Kowalski]

I outraged.

Smut - clear smut - going on, and I'm not part of it. It's an outrage I tell you.

[Peevis]

I outraged.

Smut - clear smut - going on, and I'm not part of it. It's an outrage I tell you.

[sifi]

I wasn't being smutty, I like black pudding.

[rabid]

I like baps and sauce for breakfast myself.

Not so hot on kippers though.

[Kowalski]

And tripe

[sifi]

A greasy sausage between a couple of large baps.

[Cardboard Box City]

And tripe, haggis, brains, sweat breads and most other offal.

[rabid]

The secret with it is to make sure that you pull the skin back tight on your sausage before getting it in between the baps.

[brighteyes]

Your gentleman caller,

Well, he's been calling on another,

He loves his forbidden fruit.

And as it dribbles down his chin,

He cries, "Baby, I've been drinking with some friends! Now how 'bout a little kiss..."

Bad boy!

Rub his nose in it!

What a mess,

And he's playing dumb!

Doo do, doo do, doo do doo do...

I'm not looking for a lover!

All those lovers are liars...

I'd never lie to you!

You say you want to get even?

Yeah, you want to get your bad man, good?

Well, are you in the mood?

You bad, girl!

Does it feel good, being bad?!

And getting worse?

Doo do, doo do, doo do doo do...

But in the morning,

On the sober dawn of Sunday...

You're not sure what you have done.

Who told you love was fleeting?

Sometimes men can be so misleading -

To take what they need from you.

Whatever you need to make you feel,

Like you've been the one behind the wheel,

The sunrise is just over that hill,

The worst is over.

Whatever I said to make you think,

That love's the religion of the weak,

This morning we love like weaklings,

The worst is over...

Doo do, doo do, doo do doo do; doo do, doo do, doo do doo do; doo do, doo do, doo do doo do;

The worst is over.

p.s. I fingered bunique

Edited September 13, 2008 by brighteyes

[bunique]

Your gentleman caller,

Well, he's been calling on another,

He loves his forbidden fruit.

And as it dribbles down his chin,

He cries, "Baby, I've been drinking with some friends! Now how 'bout a little kiss..."

Bad boy!

Rub his nose in it!

What a mess,

And he's playing dumb!

Doo do, doo do, doo do doo do...

I'm not looking for a lover!

All those lovers are liars...

I'd never lie to you!

You say you want to get even?

Yeah, you want to get your bad man, good?

Well, are you in the mood?

You bad, girl!

Does it feel good, being bad?!

And getting worse?

Doo do, doo do, doo do doo do...

But in the morning,

On the sober dawn of Sunday...

You're not sure what you have done.

Who told you love was fleeting?

Sometimes men can be so misleading -

To take what they need from you.

Whatever you need to make you feel,

Like you've been the one behind the wheel,

The sunrise is just over that hill,

The worst is over.

Whatever I said to make you think,

That love's the religion of the weak,

This morning we love like weaklings,

The worst is over...

Doo do, doo do, doo do doo do; doo do, doo do, doo do doo do; doo do, doo do, doo do doo do;

The worst is over.

p.s. I fingered bunique

[rabid]

Oh I do so hope you come to Newcastle so I can have some kind of revenge, Bobbitt style

[Paul ™]

haha Paul's been posting when on the sauce again.... poor bunique

[minute5072]

while i'm here

p.s. I fingered bunique

[Cardboard Box City]

We'll take him to the Bigg market and leave him there. A fate worse than death, trust me.

[rabid]

Especially if he looks like a phone box and Newcastle have lost

[outtolunch]

I was thinking more of leaving him to the packs of feral dogs lovely ladies that frequent those parts.

[rabid]

you mean Sandra and Tracey how cruel can you get