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Discussion in 'Cardiff City Forum' started by Joecity, 14 Apr 2019.
Ahh you've met my Dad then.
Haribo sour....Would love to stick one of them in King Edwards mouth..Slip ol William Waalsce a Barrett 50 cal as well. Blow their minds. Litterally in Edwards case.
The celebration of (e.g.) Katie Price.
The Jeremy Kyle Show turned up loud on a giant OLED TV.
The 45th President of the USA
High streets full of charity shops and so much ' forrin ' food to be taken away / biked away, or to eat in the road.
The spectacle of City Centre Saturday nights.
The quest for social media ' likes' .
The ongoing demise of the Planet itself.
All melon-twisters for even a relatively recent time traveller I would guess.
Geeeez..lighten up Vimmy ..
Eating round Italian bread from a square box, cut into triangular pieces
Burp the worm
Fucking hell mun
Lidl inferno pizza
A Birdseye crispy pancake would mess their heads up. And Umbongo. They'd be all over the shop after eating and drinking that. Plus they'd deffo scald the tops of their mouths.
A vegan sausage roll.
A Slinky going down the crooked stairs. That would frighten the shit out of them
Then sitting on a whoopie cushion. Oh my days what a performance that would be.
People going to court for calling other people nasty names.
People calling their kids Brooklyn and Chelsea instead of Arthur and Edith.
Paying £50 to watch a football match.
People leaving their houses to go and drink some coffee.
Women painting themselves orange and drawing massive slug eyebrows on their heads to look glamorous.
Leftover corn on the cob.
I was actually being serious for once.
Google it and see.
So was I.
“But, to conclude, I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose, that is well downed, if you hold her head betwixt your legs. And believe me therein upon mine honour, for you will thereby feel in your nockhole a most wonderful pleasure, both in regard of the softness of the said down and of the temporate heat of the goose, which is easily communicated to the bum-gut and the rest the inwards, in so far as to come even to the regions of the heart and brains.”
Why You Should Wipe Yourself With A Goose's Neck - KnowledgeNuts - https://knowledgenuts.com/2014/08/11/why-you-should-wipe-yourself-with-a-gooses-neck/
I just assumed you were suggesting wiping your clinkers on Trundle or Beaker.
Still blow me away tbh.
Many’s the time I’ve given a lift to my son, asked him where he’s going only to be told he doesn’t know yet, cue ten minutes of calls, texts, WhatsApp with his mates arranging where to meet. Venue usually changes twice en route. In my day, you arranged to meet up at a certain place, certain time, and that was it.
My first job, our mainframe computer took up a whole room. These days I walk around with the same computing power in my pocket. Mobile phone, internet, word processor, spreadsheet, clock, games console, maps, diary, calendar, camera, music, all on one small device.
I used to drive the lads in my van oop north for a match, smoke 8 spliffs on the way, and when we arrived in somewhere like Carlisle or Sheffield, I'd step out of the van and think, how the fuck did I get here?