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Galted wrote:What Tino means is that the beta Bond caught me rifling through Weisz's underwear while she was still wearing it.

FACT!

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:What Tino means is that the beta Bond caught me rifling through Weisz's underwear while she was still wearing it.

FACT!

I swear on Jack Whitehall's parents' son's life.

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:What Tino means is that the beta Bond caught me rifling through Weisz's underwear while she was still wearing it.

FACT!

I swear on Jack Whitehall's parents' son's life.

So what happened when the sedatives wore off?

lostinwales wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:What Tino means is that the beta Bond caught me rifling through Weisz's underwear while she was still wearing it.

FACT!

I swear on Jack Whitehall's parents' son's life.

So what happened when the sedatives wore off?

She gave me another mug of Horlicks laced with it. She's a sly one, that Weisz.

Friday Fist.

Very good Galted. Very good

Sicond, morning LIW, do you want to go and explain Tim Martin now? Get it out of the way?

rIck_dAgless wrote:Sicond, morning LIW, do you want to go and explain Tim Martin now?  Get it out of the way?

Somebody else did a pretty good job too I thought. I had forgotten the detail of the 'feck off and work for Tesco's' thing.

Tird!  On Friday!

And you can nearly form the word 'tird' from the letters of 'Friday'!

What a time to be alive!

I think Tim Martin is my pick...

rIck_dAgless wrote:I think Tim Martin is my pick...

I actually voted for Wormtongue, but either would be worthy winners.

Went for Morgan, but may have voted differently if I'd seen LIW's post on the topic.

I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

Well I hope they f*ck off back then, I don't want to find any ginger pubes stuck to my forehead when I next go pisswall surfing.

I shall hope extra hard for an England win if you're going to be harrassed by your dad.  Mine only likes cricket and can't be arsed to watch it so our sporting conversations are brief to the point of non-existence.  Any attempt is ruined by my mother crowbarring tennis into the conversation, she seems to think I need a weekly update on Sancho Pancho beating Timmy Toddle in the Swansea Open or whatever other Open's on the go.

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

Well I hope they f*ck off back then, I don't want to find any ginger pubes stuck to my forehead when I next go pisswall surfing.

I shall hope extra hard for an England win if you're going to be harrassed by your dad.  Mine only likes cricket and can't be arsed to watch it so our sporting conversations are brief to the point of non-existence.  Any attempt is ruined by my mother crowbarring tennis into the conversation, she seems to think I need a weekly update on Sancho Pancho beating Timmy Toddle in the Swansea Open or whatever other Open's on the go.

His favourite trick is to call the landline, hope that Mrs Windows picks up and then tell her not to tell me who it is. She'll then come up with a name that I know, I'll say hello and he will be there calling me a c*nt or something else entertaining. He finds it hilarious every time. So does she. They'll both be sorry when I leave her for Margot Robbie.

I think Jules is currently the reigning Swansea Open Seniors Champion.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

William Wallace? The well known French speaking Norman aristocrat?

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

His favourite trick is to call the landline, hope that Mrs Windows picks up and then tell her not to tell me who it is. She'll then come up with a name that I know, I'll say hello and he will be there calling me a c*nt or something else entertaining. He finds it hilarious every time. So does she. They'll both be sorry when I leave her for Margot Robbie.

That made me seethe and laugh in equal measure.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

Well I hope they f*ck off back then, I don't want to find any ginger pubes stuck to my forehead when I next go pisswall surfing.

I shall hope extra hard for an England win if you're going to be harrassed by your dad.  Mine only likes cricket and can't be arsed to watch it so our sporting conversations are brief to the point of non-existence.  Any attempt is ruined by my mother crowbarring tennis into the conversation, she seems to think I need a weekly update on Sancho Pancho beating Timmy Toddle in the Swansea Open or whatever other Open's on the go.

His favourite trick is to call the landline, hope that Mrs Windows picks up and then tell her not to tell me who it is. She'll then come up with a name that I know, I'll say hello and he will be there calling me a c*nt or something else entertaining. He finds it hilarious every time. So does she. They'll both be sorry when I leave her for Margot Robbie.

I think Jules is currently the reigning Swansea Open Seniors Champion.

Reminds me of a mate of mine getting his first ever mobile phone back in the day.  The first message he received was from his dad, 'Ivan you c*nt, f*cking phone me'.

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

Well I hope they f*ck off back then, I don't want to find any ginger pubes stuck to my forehead when I next go pisswall surfing.

I shall hope extra hard for an England win if you're going to be harrassed by your dad.  Mine only likes cricket and can't be arsed to watch it so our sporting conversations are brief to the point of non-existence.  Any attempt is ruined by my mother crowbarring tennis into the conversation, she seems to think I need a weekly update on Sancho Pancho beating Timmy Toddle in the Swansea Open or whatever other Open's on the go.

Tw@t.
Sancho Pancho has lost to Timmy Toddle on all three occasions that they've played.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:They'll both be sorry when I leave her for Margot Robbie.

So will Margot Robbie.

JuliusHMarx wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

Well I hope they f*ck off back then, I don't want to find any ginger pubes stuck to my forehead when I next go pisswall surfing.

I shall hope extra hard for an England win if you're going to be harrassed by your dad.  Mine only likes cricket and can't be arsed to watch it so our sporting conversations are brief to the point of non-existence.  Any attempt is ruined by my mother crowbarring tennis into the conversation, she seems to think I need a weekly update on Sancho Pancho beating Timmy Toddle in the Swansea Open or whatever other Open's on the go.

Tw@t.
Sancho Pancho has lost to Timmy Toddle on all three occasions that they've played.

Only on hard court, not when they've played on sand and used condoms.

Swansea. What a sh!tehole. The only bit I miss are some of the local beaches, which were great on the half dozen days every year when it wasn't raining.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

It's neither. I'm going to the Scotland v Croatia game at Hampden on Tuesday, but won't be wearing a kilt and won't be singing the national anthem. I'm just going to boo the living daylights out of anyone that dares to kneel down.

superflyweight wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

It's neither.  I'm going to the Scotland v Croatia game at Hampden on Tuesday, but won't be wearing a kilt and won't be singing the national anthem.  I'm just going to boo the living daylights out of anyone that dares to kneel down.  

Yes sir, you can boo-gie.

lostinwales wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

William Wallace? The well known French speaking Norman aristocrat?

No, the other one. He was in Lethal Weapon as well.

JuliusHMarx wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:They'll both be sorry when I leave her for Margot Robbie.

So will Margot Robbie.

l*l

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

lostinwales wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

William Wallace? The well known French speaking Norman aristocrat?

No, the other one. He was in Lethal Weapon as well.

Oh you mean the alcoholic religious fanatic who can't decide if he's American or Australian and who, based on his choice of films, seems happiest to appear in anything that has English as bad guys.

lostinwales wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

lostinwales wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

Galted wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:I've been having a fun game this morning. I've been scouring t'internet looking at pictures and videos of Scottish people in London and trying to work out which one is Superfly and which one is his dad.

I also saw a WhatsApp video of one of them doing a rolly polly (Rowley or Rowley?) in a tube train with a kilt on. Inevitably, his arl chap falls out on display. I think that could be Superfly Sr.

You have to hand it to the b*stards, five hours in a packed train to get to a city that's pissing down with rain and nowhere decent to watch the game.

Better than being in Scotland.

This is a tough day for me, Glated. You've no idea how traumatic it is having a Scottish father (albeit one who has been down south for decades). If they pull off a William Wallace like victory, I may as well turn my phone off. I'm not even that interested in football but that won't stop the old f*cker hounding me all night.

William Wallace? The well known French speaking Norman aristocrat?

No, the other one. He was in Lethal Weapon as well.

Oh you mean the alcoholic religious fanatic who can't decide if he's American or Australian and who, based on his choice of films, seems happiest to appear in anything that has English as bad guys.

Yeah, that's the one. I think he was Jesus once as well.

Is he coming down to watch the match do we know?

Hey.

Fist

Sicond.
Nuff said.

Excelsior

Sleepy tird

The commute to work was hell today

lostinwales wrote:Sleepy tird

The commute to work was hell today

Same here. Some days getting from the bedroom, across the landing to the home office takes all the energy I can muster.

JuliusHMarx wrote:

lostinwales wrote:Sleepy tird

The commute to work was hell today

Same here. Some days getting from the bedroom, across the landing  to the home office takes all the energy I can muster.

The congestion on the stairs when the cats won't get out of the way. They really don't care that you have to get to work

All we needed for a thread split today was another few posts, but Galted and Tino were too busy "enjoying each other's company" to help us out.

I was into splits before they were cool, now I prefer pre spread post.

Fist

JuliusHMarx wrote:All we needed for a thread split today was another few posts, but Galted and Tino were too busy "enjoying each other's company" to help us out.

Well, he is my 'friend' and we are currently on a 'business trip' hosting numerous 'meetings'.

Sicond.

It's very much against Tea Society rules, but some things are bigger than that.
Tird.

Tird

lostinwales wrote:Tird

I wish I'd said that.

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