wot ya mean ya parents bit ya arses??
Something like that.
he’s a miserable git leavin us all like that!! - and I hope he hears me!
nice story SP - ya were bound to get pregnant somehow weren’t ya though?
WHAT?!?
How do you equate ‘walking to school’ with ‘getting pregnant’,gummy?
I know it’ll come as a shock to you,wot wiv you bein’ a virgin n’all,but getting pregnant involves physical activity,PLUS a girl [usually of the opposite gender,coz that really helps] actually ‘quite liking’ you.
I know this is true,coz I read it in a medical reference book in the school library. Which was where I was banished to when I attended Lord Cornwallis Secondary School,whenever the current lesson was science,even if it was double-science,as Mr Morse,the science teacher, said I was a distraction to the other pupils. Maidstone Grammar School had refused to accept me,so I had to attend a secondary school-which bothered me not one single iota,but bothered their teaching staff a LOT. I never was told WHY it bothered them. [that’s all true]
oh pugsie my dear soul ; my dear mate ; my dear cobber ; my dear fragile! - haven’t you heard of the “birds and the bees” and didn’t you read sweetie pie [our delicious; delightful ’ delorious] SP saying that as she walked along holding hands with Michael that they were often followed by some ‘birds and bees’ - well then that’s how the girls got pregnant - but then the crafty parents always blamed the boys - naughty naughty parents - smacky smacky parents
physical activity ?? well they were holding hands and swinging hands [ omg I’ve come over all tearful now?]
NO pugsie you cannot get girls pregnant by reading it up in reference books in the library [ well not if you were alone anyway?]
OZ diary II
Friz day again and again and again – usual early morning rush – emails to sort – web pages to challenge and of course the bbc and guardian to read online – I’m usually exhausted by breakie time. But there is more to do – medical admins for a dog – extra victuals for another who is ancient – last nights plates to wash and then I can diatrize! –beautiful morn as usual – rather fresh until 10am. Lovely to see Imran Khan back on stage – maybe he’ll kick the country into shape in a better way than Syria has?
Well I have spoken to my friendly health service and ordered another months supply of red ones and blue ones and getting closer to weight bearing on the left leg! Fettucini for lunch in a plastic casing – yuck and muck – still it stills the hunger craving! Just opened the man cave window to let in the evening breeze which is cool at 4pm. I see that Cohen is ready to topple Trump – looks exciting
OMG fell into a deep sleep at 8pm and just awoke for midnight mass – well I’m a bit constipated so it does feel like a mass! Had to feed the four dogs and a cat tonight as the lovely lady was all tuckered out.
Midnight – we gotta let it all hang out! EC. Got the choice between ‘rage’ and ‘one born every minute’ god big bumps and fannies not my kind of entertainment! Still there’s always Puggsie for a laugh? Good for a few hrs yet still?
At least Gummy and Pugsy are being kinda civil. Keep it up boys, the civility that is. Banter is fun, not the other stuff.
Loving the stories. That is what it is all about.
I will post more I promise.
For now a hint. x
Ummm…what?
Other than birds getting bees pregnant by holding their hands,I got a bit lost there,gumsybaby…you been at the ale again,squire?
OH! Swee Tee Pie is beck,cheps!
BEST behaviour,now…she’s JOLLY accurate with a flicked towel to the boo-tokk!
well she did mention or let drop - that she’d been out walking with Michael and talkin to the birds and bees - I do hope she has taken the necessary precautions. well here is me at 2.30am tap tap taping away and watching DW news about all the rest of the world - whilst we iz all sleepin?
Pugsie my dear hope of the world and gods answer to East Anglia I do hope you are keeping well and strumming away on the back porch and howling occasionally to the moon with just thoughts of our dear sweet sweetie pie on our minds
M’DYAH gummy…t’is merely 19.55hrs here in Puggyville. The island is awash with sunrays,the geese are all hooting,right along the beach,I’m sat here with one of my acoustic 12-strings across my lap,just idly strumming Bowie tracks as the [finally] slight cloudiness to the West gathers…mayhap,a drop of errant moisture for the plants/trees/animamals,will fall. NOT bothered about watching the eclipse-you just KNOW it’ll be on every tv station. So,for now,I’ll put this laptop down,pick up the guitar-and compose an ode in 4-2-4 rock rhythm time,to that wonder of natural beauty,the glorious Micky’s Missus! [meanwhile,the espresso pot is heating]
yes she will in to her 60’s know and still in a recent new TV drama over here! - wonderful raconteur!
see sweetie - we are really the best of friends now that he’s given me back my ou de cologne jar [empty mind] and I his strapless bra in pearl studdered chiffon!
Good Morning lovelies
Nice posts.
I will post another story later.
He’d placed his thingy bits in my pearlescent bra…I can tell,I recognised the tasAND ANYWAY,this is about ‘MICKY’S MISSUS’,who is a most beautiful creation of the gods;for t’is an acknowledged truth,that unicorns scamper across rainbows into her velvet eyes,merely for the chance to be close to her mind,for t’is as beautiful as she…[but less curvy]…
Just got back from my hospital appointment.
A private hospital. What a difference.
Now I know I have nerve damage from my accident, it has taken 18 months to find out!
Sweetie, what is wrong with your “Privates”?