by 84-1106852058 » Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:02 pm
I would love to punch myself. As this is nigh impossible to do with any real force,I
now intend to stand outside my front door, with a sign around my neck inviting all and sundry to give it their best shot.
Why I hear you ask,I will tell you fu.king why
I have spent the last few hours in the loft, looking for something that has been put away for safekeeping.As time went on,I became more and more agitated and the air became bluer.My mrs,as usual was a great help"It must be there somewhere"
After thrashing about for another half hour,it was time to say,"If its up here you get up and fuc.ing find it Iam out of here.
With that I put my fuc.ing size ten right through the ceiling.Sitting hear now with a six inch gash in my leg and plaster all over the landing.Dont worry tho found what I
was looking for,it was in my wifes handbag all the time.Silly me.