The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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I have nowt against beards really...only the one growing on Indie's face. And that's just cos it's attached to his face. Which I want to stove in with a shovel. In a purely affectionate way of course.
 
And I've been soooooooooo looking forward to the Indian tomorrow night, when the onion bhajis come out I don't know whether to eat them or mount them. :heart:
 
*hint* youtubeit

Good thinking. I'm going to smear them all over my knockers like Susan Sarandon did with lemons in that film. When the peshwari naan arrives on the scene I'm going to bed over the table and get one of the waiters to spank my arse so hard with it the raisins fly out. I'm definitely going for the chicken ceylon and I'll rub that so furiously into my gentiles I'll need a month in Norway with Sonny to cool 'em off.
 
Good thinking. I'm going to smear them all over my knockers like Susan Sarandon did with lemons in that film. When the peshwari naan arrives on the scene I'm going to bed over the table and get one of the waiters to spank my arse so hard with it the raisins fly out. I'm definitely going for the chicken ceylon and I'll rub that so furiously into my gentiles I'll need a month in Norway with Sonny to cool 'em off.

I think you need to get out more often.

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I have nowt against beards really...only the one growing on Indie's face. And that's just cos it's attached to his face. Which I want to stove in with a shovel. In a purely affectionate way of course.


In this instance, I think 'twould be the wiser course to be an observer rather than serve as the test case.


 
I have nowt against beards really...only the one growing on Indie's face. And that's just cos it's attached to his face. Which I want to stove in with a shovel. In a purely affectionate way of course.

This is a good thing, as Indie's beard is one of the few I know of that's thicker than mine.
 
Good thinking. I'm going to smear them all over my knockers like Susan Sarandon did with lemons in that film. When the peshwari naan arrives on the scene I'm going to bed over the table and get one of the waiters to spank my arse so hard with it the raisins fly out. I'm definitely going for the chicken ceylon and I'll rub that so furiously into my gentiles I'll need a month in Norway with Sonny to cool 'em off.

Oy vey!
 
I think I'll watch The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Loved the Thurber short story and the Danny Kaye film.
 
my big red is all gone. oh well. it was too sugary anyway. back to pepsi max.
 
My local supermarket puts all it's left over food on sale for $5 on Fridays. Five-Dollar-Fridays and you get a big ole container of what's left. So Friday nights, Saturday, Sunday and sometimes into Monday I get good home-cooked meals; until the week-old food goes bad. Come Thursday I start getting mighty thin.

A meat loaf, mac and cheese, fried fish, fried chicken, pasta salads and some sushi were in the bin today.
 
Me too! Did you know that he was quite the ladies man?

I did not! I heard he was gay and had some sort of dalliance with Laurence Olivier. Oh that film where he's a court jester, has me in fucking stitches.


The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
 
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