Dennis Waterman was once poured into the back of my cab after spending the afternoon, while I waited, getting hammered. As we were heading around a roundabout on the A4 someone went screaming past, horn blaring. Waterman looked up, roused from his stupor, to see what the fuss was. "Fucking wanker," he said. I have always felt that if it is good enough for Dennis Waterman it is good enough for me.
Fucking wanker.
Happy, horny and hungry. I smell dinner, so that eliminates hungry shortly.
Anyone who dislikes rap can't be all bad. Note, though, that it's spelt crap. The C is silent.
Several animals and a quilt
Country girls, city girls, the common theme is girls.
I forget, to whom are we talking?
Unfortunately, I do know how inaccurate I am.
When you come to a fork in the road, take it.
I am feeding the ravening horde.
Ryzen Threadripper, designing a PC for a friend.