Not sure, I'm supposed to be going to High Wycombe with my brother in the day and you know I'd have to catch one bus from about fifty yards from my house and have to walk about seventy-five when I get off and it might be a bit loud and they might not play the sort of music that I want them to play and Phil wont be there because it's dangerous and everyone will come up with some excuse like "ooh it's in Kings Heath and its more than five minutes away from my house and I've got seventeen kids to breast feed and I don't get paid until March 2019 and my six spouses are all heavily pregnant with triplets" and I'd have to go down to the bar downstairs to get my pint of real ale and there are no hidey-hole corners upstairs and I'd have to get a taxi home if I didn't feel like walking and there may be some wanton hussies on the dance floor area and Dan won't be there to take them out of my chest hair and anyway I haven't decided if I will go to London or not.
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Sounds good
Anyone fancy it ?
I don't think...
...you've enticed anyone by the look of it.
I doubt it very much.
Not sure, I'm supposed to be going to High Wycombe with my brother in the day and you know I'd have to catch one bus from about fifty yards from my house and have to walk about seventy-five when I get off and it might be a bit loud and they might not play the sort of music that I want them to play and Phil wont be there because it's dangerous and everyone will come up with some excuse like "ooh it's in Kings Heath and its more than five minutes away from my house and I've got seventeen kids to breast feed and I don't get paid until March 2019 and my six spouses are all heavily pregnant with triplets" and I'd have to go down to the bar downstairs to get my pint of real ale and there are no hidey-hole corners upstairs and I'd have to get a taxi home if I didn't feel like walking and there may be some wanton hussies on the dance floor area and Dan won't be there to take them out of my chest hair and anyway I haven't decided if I will go to London or not.
Somewhat cheekily
When you talk about Dan picking the wanton ladies from your chest hair are you sure you didn't mean to type fleas ?
No Quality Control
Dan has no quality control, to him it wouldn't matter if the wanton ladies were flea-like or indeed if they had fleas.
speaks
the man who has all the honies dropping off his arms!
Ha ha ha
What has that got to do with you lovin the munter ladies?
ha ha.
clearly
your quality control is the best on the planet!!
Hah haha
Ho ho.
Just face it Daniel you are a dirty bastard!
Would
not deny that in a million years!
Chill out man!
anyway
why be so judgemental all the time?
Is it really that a big deal to you that I am a tart?
Wives
If you really had 6 wives as you're claiming I should think the last thing you'd want to do would be to stop home with them.
Claimant
I concur. One pregnant spouse is enough let alone six carrying triplets.
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