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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Apr 17, 2008 18:31:58 GMT
Playing footy in the hall (obviously), I used my no-nonsense centre-half skills to crunchingly send my mate halfway across the flat, landing with his legs on either side of a chair... He stood up and shook it off, then must have felt the pain as soon as he was up, cause his face went green and he dropped to his knees faster than a Cobridge girl when presented with a £20. ;D
I'm laughing so much it hurts, he's still on the deck as I write this!
;D
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Post by mermaidsal on Apr 17, 2008 18:47:55 GMT
There are ways...  but I'm not coming to Manchester to do it, so I hope he's feeling a bit better now...  |
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Post by boothenendboy on Apr 17, 2008 18:51:39 GMT
maybe you could suck on them, boother?
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Apr 17, 2008 18:53:25 GMT
Sal!  ;D BEB, I might just massage quiche into them... |
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Post by boothenendboy on Apr 17, 2008 18:57:23 GMT
fuck no,that would dissolve tem.
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on Apr 17, 2008 18:58:45 GMT
just make sure they're not too cheesy.
Quiche or balls? You're choice.
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Post by walrus on Apr 17, 2008 19:00:31 GMT
Chop off his arm. The pain there would take his mind off the balls.
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but I'm not coming to Manchester to do it, so I hope he's feeling a bit better now... 
