I've done panels before and the topic is one I'm very familiar with, plus I'm an elite level blagger. So not worried about performance.
I've done panels before and the topic is one I'm very familiar with, plus I'm an elite level blagger. So not worried about performance.
I gave an hour lecture at Salford University business school on a subject i knew fuck all about other than a 15 minute chat shortly before. Got asked back.
Equally full of shit.
Should have let me know I'd have come aad watched.
Down London with a few hours spare so having a jog in Hyde Park. Aiming to catch the end of the Notts game at the Oval with a beer soon too.
It pleases me to announce that, in my humble opinion, Tit Monday occurred round these parts today (or certainly at some point this week so far).
Tit Monday is an outmoded concept, for perverts, and you should be ashamed of yourself.
Also it is Wednesday
But I am a pervert. Every day of the week.
I mean really it should be Tit Tuesday, then you could have Minge Monday, Sunday Bumday, Sat(on)ur(face)day, Fisting Friday, Todger Thursday (one for the gays) and Wednesday Wonder Wolfbag-a-thon, but as an 21st century modern man type none of that would be for me. You pervert.
I'm offended by the idea that you can only look at nice tits on a special once a year day.
I look at you lot practically every day.
Okay, I might be exaggerating about the nice.
Be fair. Not everyone on here is a tit. Some of us are twats.
Made a violent chick pea curry so hot that my face has gone numb.
In a moment of weakness the other day I bought a two litre tub of ice cream. In a second moment of weakness about 20 minutes ago I decided to have a bowl. Turns out that in my shame I hadn't read the label properly and what I'd actually bought was frozen yogurt, turns out that not only is it healthier than ice cream but it's also absolutely fucking delicious.