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SPM if you play with feathers you get your bottom tickled son. Here is a link to help treat your burn https://www.nhs.uk/c...alds/treatment/

Hahaha

clarevoyant., on 16 April 2024 - 12:36 PM, said:

Sorry don’t like parlour the plywood toilets give me flashback to when me I was fitting kitchens with my uncle for a few weeks. I lost my gloves even though I knew he’d nicked them he said I’d thrown them in the skip and wouldn’t get me any more unless I paid it out of my wages. But I was actually paying him it turned out coz I was giving him petrol money to pick me up every morning and getting paid in snap not actual money. Won’t ever make that mistake again

I find it very concerning that anyone would want to pay money to watch Oldham v Halifax. If anyone is that desperate to get out the house then I would be happy to go for a pint or game of badminton on Thursday. Let me know, cheers. Its ok to not be ok xxx

I’m no fighter myself but one time my uncle was in a seat that prob wasn’t his and this bloke came up saying that’s my seat and my uncle goes “there’s gna be 3 hits in a sec - me hitting you, you hitting the floor and the ambulance hitting 90” was so funny at time but then a steward came and told him to move and then my uncle goes “there’s gna be 3 hits in a minute” and steward goes I know I just heard you say that and then he called a supervisor and my uncle ended up getting arrested

Mate your lad is gaggers to not go to match with you haha bet he hates it when you start your tired old “subs on 70th minute routine” and he’s smiling through gritted teeth but he’s secretly miles away thinking about how he can get out of going to the match with his cringe bag dad. maybe he’ll start saying he’s not bothered about the footy or that he’s met a lass or that he wants to go paintballing on Saturdays instead and you think fair enough, if you love them them then go etc but then one day 3 years later you see him on the EFl highlights celebrating a goal when we’re in league one and he’s having the best time of his life with his mates, pure living in the moment. You don’t mention it to him that you’ve seen him but you are confused, broken. 2 years later at your sister in laws bbq you arrived earlier than everyone so have drunk 3 more cans and finally it comes out. “I know you’ve still been going to town matches” you whisper to him, with breath laced with carling and mustard. He pauses for a second, not knowing how to react. Then suddenly a clarity comes over his face. He turns to you and says “Yeah dad. I do still go. But I don’t go with you because you’re a ****ìng dullard and your breath smells”