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No girlfriend for another two weeks. On it!!!

I was finally going to read 1984. Then I thought "fuck that" so I'm looking for Wally instead.

The scope of my genus is astounding. Breakfast this morning. Toast with jalapeños...this is why I shouldn't be left alone.

A lot of us have been together now for over 10 years, became friends even family. I love and care about the lot of you....To hear such sad news is devastating. Condolences. He was a good lad.

LMAO! When t' man behind the big words simply doesn't show up...I hope you shredded(took the piss) him afterwards. Sorry for the re-post. Me and Dad. The old cunt turns 60 tomorrow. We're very different people, we fight all the time but I still love the geezer. Also, when an Aussie compliments your drinking ability...it might be time to slow down

Incredible, Dupz. I bet he was overjoyed. If I ever have a sprog or two...you are what I will aspire to be like

Too many handsome bastards on 'ere. We love the rain we do. We love it.

Aye. Yorkshire pud-pud. It's not Sunday dinner without one. Well spotted.

Sunday dinner. Before being smothered in brown sauce.

Smell that fresh country air(cow shit).

Congratulations, marra. Wife and kids...well that's you finished init Over the moon for you, mate.

For those Americans and Canadians who are at work/starting work. I hope my smile brightens your day. #cunt

Hey. I'm just a lad from Notts with a lust for life. I hang like an '80s playboy, I bleed beautifully and I can neck a pint within 6 seconds Good morning.

Walking home from the pub...at 7am this morning....look green stuff.

I see your suit/Canadian tuxedo. I raise you one golden cowboy hat. This fucking night...

You're right, Brian. It also needs more bacon, more hash browns, black pudding, white pudding, half a grilled tomato, tinned tomatoes, fried bread, scrambled egg and more baked beans...And a pint.

Cuda's going native. Bombardier real ale. Good grog.

You're right. I should have. I'll settle for upgrading everybody else's... Enjoy.

Happy St.Georges day... From Nottingham, 12 hours late. Sorry I was busy drinking.

I was bored. Then I drank gin, played the Dubliners and sent 14 selfies to my boss. Including: Ha ha. Fucking lol. Can't

Right, Ace Face. You're going into my will. When I inevitably drink myself to death you'll inherit all of my t-shirts. Wear them proudly goodly sir!

Not bad is it. ELO on the player, bottle in hand, Sun in your eyes. Bit of a result.

Dress to impress. It's Friday why not make an effort.

"Alright, gash" Looks just about healed to me.

Yep. Got a few laughs,(more importantly) I had a laugh. Some days you have to say "fuck it" and dress like Bjorn Borg