Scudamore

Rape and Pillage.

Seizure and Fit.

She's one lucky lady to have got with the Egg... She has that annoying Cranberries style voice...did youuuuu have to let it lingerrrrr...

I went to a chalet in Herefordshire with some friends. I've just about destroyed what remaining brain cells i had...was good fun though...

There's a little bit of INS in all of us. It's generally in with the self loathing part which we keep under wraps...

Tonight - Posting as your alias INS Tomorrow - Posting as your alias INS Sunday - Posting as your alias INS 8/10 If the car battery goes in without a fuss

hmmyes... i'm sure attractive women are queueing round the block to use an escort agency...

Saying "so last year" is right now

I would not pull up to her bumper

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinite_monkey_theorem

IMO IMO IMO IMO IMO I like the one she did with Massive Attack...for this reason she's alright by me

Come on. It's a sh:t weekend. If i had that down as my plans i'd not be looking forward to it... A weekend without going out at any point can not possibly make it above a four as far i'm concerned...

His own family and friends boo him? He really must be a complete c::nt...

You don't expect much out of life eh? Your missus obviously has higher aspirations...

The lecturer in question was referring to pretty advanced Maths not basic arithmetic as i was doing an engineering degree at the time. And he was retelling the story of how he couldn't get his head around it when he was doing his Maths degree (once again pretty advanced i'd assum) but his lecturer said the same thing to him...and one day it all just clicked. I never had it click personally. But i'm sure he's right. If you practice enough and can have someone very patient show you the way i should think most people could advance their skills quite significantly... Not all people of course. Some people are just thick c::nts.

I once woke up in the middle of the night round a mates parents house (after getting unbelievably drunk in the pub) when i was about sixteen and went for a p:ss behind his sofa in the lounge. I thought i was p:ssing against the wall outside...he woke up and said "What the f::ck are you doing?!" and i replied "I'm having a p:ss..." then the lightbulb moment made me realise where i was...so i pinched it and waddled off to the toilet to finish up...not that it helped of course...i'd pished all over my jeans by that stage...

That's a 6/10 ???

Or moaning.

how often do you have to do this?

Centre parting?

Ah yes...being a woman you're always in the shops...

Surely the waste of time is in actual fact getting home, finding they don't fit, then having to go back to the shop and exchange them...as opposed to just trying the clothes on? Oh and my ebay suit fits like a glove before anyone says anything...five leg holes, etc...

Toys R Us?

chaining her to the radiator while he reads her texts...