It was the summer of '85. The sweet Spring air was delightfully fragrant and the trees were in full bloom. Henry had stopped by the gardens for a spot of cricket with the vicar. What jolly fun that day was!
fuk you! i'm 100% man
*cough* Didn't really look that way when you were wearing my purple jumper for the couples' wheelbarrow race!
my pie is as good as jens cookies
Hun, between sowing cloths for the Grim Reaper and baking pie your turing into one hell of a house wife...:D
Probably a crazy cat lady.
G jus remember that you've a bus ride with me on saturday.....
Well, the bus ride was perfectly uneventful... Had no problems there... In the Street however...and the bus stop...and the bus....and Eddie Rockets...and O'Connells street...
It wasn't me! wrote:
Ah, rainforests... Chechen rebels...