This Bloke
So I’m in the bar and this bloke comes up to me and says “my flat’s worth at least half a million these days - shame I don’t own it. To be honest with you I blame New Labour - but then again, I voted for them. What can I say? Oh well - there’s always the football - or there would be, if I wasn’t a City fan.”
I admit I was jealous. He was living the life of wryly.
This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 25th, 2006 at 9:08 PM and filed under New stuff. Trackbacks are closed.
Agggghhhhhh
Posted on 25-Apr-06 at 9:39 pm | PermalinkStoppit and go to bed!
Posted on 25-Apr-06 at 9:42 pm | PermalinkAnd H, you go back to bed!
Posted on 25-Apr-06 at 9:42 pm | PermalinkErk! Ok. Night night ladies.
Posted on 25-Apr-06 at 9:44 pm | PermalinkHa Ha Haaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh
Posted on 25-Apr-06 at 11:35 pm | PermalinkHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHA HAHA … Veh good …
Posted on 26-Apr-06 at 4:22 am | PermalinkHeh. I like that.
Posted on 26-Apr-06 at 12:28 pm | PermalinkThanks for the giggle
Posted on 26-Apr-06 at 12:37 pm | Permalink