'It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel, lost in a kitchen sink, or thrown in a wishing well' - Marillion, Clutching at Straws, 1987
Such a strange feeling fishman and most of us on this thread have had one.
Back on the tit-end subject....
1. Nextdoor Neighbour turns up for his routine 3 day break while I'm weeding the shared driveway that separates the two parking spaces (which I've done for the last 5 years and should be shared between us). I look up as he parks his vehicle in the visitors space in the street and as he approaches me says "carry on". Seriously I could have shoved my little shovel up his ****
Cheeky bugger!
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