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Anonymous said…
WHAT CAN I SAY ROSS, TILL THAT WACKY SENSE OF HOMOUR.
CHEERS MY MAN. SAY HELLO TO LEIGH FOR ME.
AND YOUR MAM.
KEV
Anonymous said…
pardon the spelling, jet lag, i of course meant
WHAT CAN I SAY ROSS, STILL THAT WACKY SENSE OF HUMOUR.
Anonymous said…
I am curious to, as a friend of Leigh's how did you get the info........ Do I know you.......
Ross Mam
Anonymous said…
Oh I slipped up there, I was at the bowling club the night Ross's Mam was there with you, I was at next table. Also my name isn't Kev so no point in asking Ross about me. He knows me by my real name.
I saw you talking to Ross and thought you were rather nice. However dont' think I am in with a chance. I worked out who you were from the emails, what else can I say, been nice talking to you.
Oh my goodness the plot thickens? Tootsie was in the bowling club? Was I not there? How did I manage to miss out on saying hello?
And Kev is not really a Kev..so who is he? And he's been in the bowling club and I've missed him, unless I know him which I doubt.
But Kev likes Tootsie who we now know is called Leigh and feels he doesn't have a chance!
Oh Tootsie/Leigh does he have a chance I wonder?
Will Mrs D be able to find out who "Kev" is? I hope so!!
And does this mean "Kev" was still born in Dundee like me or not?
The mystery gets deeper!
Anonymous said…
Steven, Days of our Life, good grief, don't tell me you watch that drivel, not that I would know if it was drivel, since I never watched it in my life.
Like you though I think this has gone on far enough.
Kev come out fighting mate, the girl has given you enough hints, now I am telling you, email me at the office and I have her permission to give out her home email address then you can get on with your life. If you don't want to do that then drop out of this blogg and let us all get on with living. Be a shame if you didn't pursue it though, she is a lovely girl and you could meet for a drink and take it from there.
Breasts. Tits. Hooters. Funbags. Chats. Boobs. Jigglies. Bazookas. Floppily doppilys. Ho-ho's. Call 'em what you will. Personally I'm in favour of the epithet Juggs. It's such a heartwarming word don't you think? And so it should be. It describes such heartwarming things. And not just heartwarming either, I for one know that they don't just warm my heart. But, let's not get into that. It wouldn't be a pretty picture to implant in your minds. There was a woman in the club tonight that had a pair of juggs so large it looked like she was smuggling 747 nosecones. The words that came out of my mouth when I saw her sitting were "Holy fuck, would you check out the puppies on her!" Seriously, these were huge. But not overly huge, they weren't Lolo Ferrari huge, 'cos that's just wrong no matter how you paint it. These were all natural, god made pillows of fun that caught my eye, not to mention other parts of my anatomy, and I couldn't ta...
I've decided to make this blog a bit more accessible to all you lovely people out there in webland.. Should you have any questions you'd like me to answer then feel free to drop me a line and I'll post the questions and answers on here for you all to enjoy.
That good friends are hard to come by. This is plainly a load of shite. Good friends are easy to come by. Take my friend Lyndsay "With an I" Broon. She's funny, intelligent, engaging, open-minded, free spirited and ever so slightly deviant. Just the way I like my friends to be... Today Lyndsay and I met up for lunch at Negs where we spent an hour or so discussing many varied (and at times downright fucked up) subjects. She's no longer an employee of the club I used to work for as she was sick of being sexually harassed by committee members and pervert punters so we had a right good go at the swines for being morons who are hell bent on alienating their staff. After a while the subject was dropped and our conversation strayed onto the subject of sex. Specifically, why she seems to get it so easy and why I haven't fucked anything with a pulse in the last 7 years. ...Jeebus, has it really been that long? Doesn't time fly when you're a hopeless romantic who ca...
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CHEERS MY MAN. SAY HELLO TO LEIGH FOR ME.
AND YOUR MAM.
KEV
WHAT CAN I SAY ROSS, STILL THAT WACKY SENSE OF HUMOUR.
Ross Mam
I saw you talking to Ross and thought you were rather nice. However dont' think I am in with a chance. I worked out who you were from the emails, what else can I say, been nice talking to you.
Perhaps we will meet in another life.
Cheers
Kev
And Kev is not really a Kev..so who is he? And he's been in the bowling club and I've missed him, unless I know him which I doubt.
But Kev likes Tootsie who we now know is called Leigh and feels he doesn't have a chance!
Oh Tootsie/Leigh does he have a chance I wonder?
Will Mrs D be able to find out who "Kev" is? I hope so!!
And does this mean "Kev" was still born in Dundee like me or not?
The mystery gets deeper!
Like you though I think this has gone on far enough.
Kev come out fighting mate, the girl has given you enough hints, now I am telling you, email me at the office and I have her permission to give out her home email address then you can get on with your life. If you don't want to do that then drop out of this blogg and let us all get on with living. Be a shame if you didn't pursue it though, she is a lovely girl and you could meet for a drink and take it from there.
Thankfully for my sanity, no, I don't watch the soapies on telly. Life is a big enough soapie fo rme to handle, thank you very much.
Kev, Tootsie hasn't so much thrown hints at you, she's just about throwing herself physically at you...catch a wake-up, man... :-)