Good Morning Folks,
My Joy that another Grand Prix weekend is almost on us is tempered by the ordeal I have to suffer tonight,
We are "entertaining one of Hilary's old school friends who on her own is a delight with a naughty sense of humour that bursts forth after a coupla Thommo's drinks,....BUT the pain in the arse that is her husband leaves me tearing my hair out!
,,He moans about everything!(Even that my G and Ts are too strong!!)!
Bloody cheek!!(Whilst decimating my Gordon's stock!
I have decided to knobble the Twot once and for all,and maybe next time it will just be his delightful wife "Suzy"that turns up.
I have 2 litre bottles of 100 proof Absolut and will be making a "harmless" fruit punch(Yeah right),,and will be keeping him liberally dosed ,,my mission to get him comatose and put him off visiting Thompson Towers for good!
Wish me look on my perilous mission tonight, and I hope to be back to report tomorrow.
Have a Great Friday yourselves,and I hope it remains "Prat free"
Cheers
A couple has a dog that snores. Annoyed because she can't sleep, the wife goes to the vet to see if he can help.
The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog's testicles, and he will stop snoring.
"Yeah right!" she says.
A few minutes after going to bed, the dog begins snoring, as usual..the wife tosses and turns, unable to sleep. Muttering to herself, she goes to the closet and grabs a piece of red ribbon and ties it carefully around the dog's testicles.
Sure enough, the dog stops snoring! The woman is amazed!
Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out drinking with his buddies. He climbs into bed, falls asleep and begins snoring loudly.
The woman thinks maybe the ribbon might work on him. So, she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of blue ribbon and ties it around her husband's' testicles. Amazingly, it also works on him! The woman sleeps soundly.
In the morning, the husband wakes from his drunken stupor and stumbles into the bathroom. As he stands in front of the toilet, he glances in the mirror and sees a blue ribbon attached to his privates.
Very confused, he walks back into the bedroom, and he sees the red ribbon attached to his dog's testicles. He shakes his head and looks at the dog and whispers, "I don't know where we were ... or what we did. But, by God, we took first and second place.
Howdy folks, on a WET WET WET Friday, and there are 1000s of poor buggers queuing in torrential rain to watch TAKE THAT in concert at Sunderland's Stadium of Light tonight.
ReplyDeleteI'm running out of pop references, lol, and my day is completely taken over by an invasion of grandkids today.
Heaven preserve my sanity when there are EIGHT of them by mid November! I want to seek asylum.
Any ideas?
Phil? I have a better idea to nobble your boring male guest tonight ~ Fix all HIS drinks with liberal doses of white powdered laxatives. They should mix well with Gordons Gin, and I can testify to their power after having to dose-up with them before that colonoscopy in January ~ we are really talking 'The Niagra Falls Effect' here, lol, and he'll NEVER trouble you again, LMAO
Go for it, I dare ya!