Good day yesterday for Mothering Sunday! A mere 194 lunches served!
Archive | March 2014
Me and Faye.
Of course I love ya darlin
You’re a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say you’re gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don’t mind a bit of flab
It means that when I’m ready
There’s somethin’ there to grab
So your belly isn’t flat no more
I tell ya, I don’t care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there
No Sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I’m tellin’ ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think it’s very sexy
That you’ve got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nanna’s grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter what u look like
I’ll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the cricket’s on
And fetch another beer
Who’s a pretty boy?
My very own guardian! Circa 1963!
I am just about to start wading through some old family photos, 100’s of them! I may be some time!!
Could someone on blogger search for “cogidubnus”? He was a regular reader of the old blog,and has posted on it that he’s worried that I haven’t posted a joke last Tuesday. I can’t get in touch, as he has no contact points on his blog! Is this mission impossible?
I think I’ve settled on an agreeable layout for the blog.
Unsure how to link blogs I follow to the side-bar though, so any input from seasoned wordpress users will be welcome!
Anyway, what do you think?
There are two statues in a park; one of a nude man and one of a
They had been
facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years when one day an angel comes down from the sky and, with a
single gesture, brings the two to life.
The angel tells them, ‘As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you’ve wished to do the most.’
He looks at her, she looks at him,
and they go running behind the
The angel waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling
After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath
The angel tells them, ‘Um, you have fifteen minutes left, would you care to do it again?’
He asks her ‘Shall we?’
She eagerly replies, ‘Oh, yes, let’s! But let’s change positions. This time, I ‘ll hold the pigeon down and you shit on its head.’
AND WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???
Welcome to my new blog. This will involve all aspects of my life (pub, garden, jokes once a week).
The old blog died when I changed my G-mail address and Google wouldn’t let me access it!
So here we go!