No. I had those once briefly too.
They werenât fun. Iâm just glad that only ms pap, and not I, had to see it.
I still pay for some of her counselling.
No. I had those once briefly too.
They werenât fun. Iâm just glad that only ms pap, and not I, had to see it.
I still pay for some of her counselling.
Being whipped. Figuratively, of course.
Has sir never employed the âentirely fucking unreasonableâ gambit to get sirâs own way, or has sir given that one to his missus along with his balls?
Papâs lady would never take his balls. Not until he has thoroughly scrubbed them down anyway.
Sir chooses his battles. This one just ainât worth fighting. Saving the credits for when I really want something.
Originally posted by @CB-Saint
Sir chooses his battles. This one just ainât worth fighting. Saving the credits for when I really want something.
What is more important than a meticulously planned day?
I think youâre being a little alarmist BletchâŚyouâll find me deceptively personable in real life. Iâm well know in the local areaâŚhereâs a picture of me with the local kidsâŚ
wiping your arse properly?
Originally posted by @Rallyboy
wiping your arse properly?
Sigh. I knew that was coming.
Note to self. Donât bother ever.
Apparently a whole list of shite
So the big question of the day is did pap manage to get through the day without spreading shite on his sack?
Originally posted by @areloa-grandee
So the big question of the day is did pap mange to get through the day without spreading shite on his sack?
It will be a bhuna for his personal cleanliness if he did, I think.
I really feel for you mate. If it wasnât bad enough to have the village speculating over your sexual preferences toward young children â you bear an unfortunately striking resemblance to Harry Redkrapp.
I canât decide which would be the more soul-destroying.
When youâve devolved responsibility for the doing the washing in your house to you equal-in-all-things life-partner, and she finds the sweaty football bibs in your bag that you forgot to put in the wash on Wednesday evening, and she then has the temerity to ask âWhy am I washing these bibs when youâre not even playing any more?â.
I explained that we win as a team and we lose as a team, but I fear that it fell on deaf ears.
Iâm sure there could be a bib-washing rota introduced - though you then rely on people actually bringing themâŚand some of these people canât even embrace a simple yes or no system that involves the use of several satellites and the mainframe at the Pentagon.
Iâll lend you some of my soiled boxer shorts. She will brook no further complaint about âbibsâ.
I sold all my Action Man figures, pap.
Theyâd be no good to me.
The Little Annoyances Of Everyday Life
Cricket. Football.
But not in that chronological order.
In the order of âcurrent raw-nessâ.