I may go a bit deeper when I have more time, but for now I'll say that my mother promised to dance on her mother's grave. My grandmother responded by having her ashes spread in a lake...
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I may go a bit deeper when I have more time, but for now I'll say that my mother promised to dance on her mother's grave. My grandmother responded by having her ashes spread in a lake...
If there exists a twin, braided theme to Stuttering Freak Brother Update then these are violence and stupidity. Today I'm very pleased to bring you both, intrinsically cleaved. I scarcely believe it myself.
Our kid and an acquaintance of his from jail found themselves in each others' company the other night. Drugs and alcohol were certainly a factor, but they surely can't entirely claim ownership of the idea that a 'punching each other in the face' competition would be an edifying experience. Stupidity was clearly fastidiously at work in this scenario.
Turns out our kid has been in hospital for the last two days having had an operation for his broken jaw. He's telling his brief that he was randomly assaulted and claiming criminal injuries. He vows to stab the acquaintance. Not only has he squandered National Health resources (this'll be ongoing cos he'll milk them for every painkiller ever), but he'll also get paid for it.
Sigh.
But you're still meeting me in Belfast right?
Your bother can come along if he likes - I am going with my friend Andy, who is a prison officer - he should feel right at home :happy:
Are you still with Gem? You haven't mentioned him much and your friend Andy clearly wants to smuggle you abroad and rape you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Skweeky
Prison guards are like that.
I hope she still is, otherwise her silence to my 'are you a single mum yet?' question is entirely understandable!
Meh...is really all I want to say about that topic.
Sowee Skweeks x
And women say we're blind to their feelings. There's positively a negative pulse to wot Skweeks said.
I can almost feel a tit growing in my half bosom.
You're probably just growing a moob - I heard that happens sometimes around middle age.
Bollocky boo, girley. I'm as fit as two fiddles fiddling each other.Quote:
Originally Posted by Skweeky
The swelling in my chest was just base sympathy at your utter failure at marriage and stuff, like.
You sure the swelling was in your chest? :naughty:
What happened then? Start a thread.Quote:
Originally Posted by Skweeky
My guess? He did the dirt.
I'm allowed multiple guesses.
My second guess is that you did the dirt with a prison officer named Andy.
:lol:
None of that. I'm not starting a thread either.
He didn't like your hideous faux Scottish accent. Your nipples radiated in opposite directions. Your eyebrows are hedged. Even questioning your questionable family is a questionable act. You taunted the poor fellow with JP's Celtic jersy baby gifts. The blow jobs dried up. The cooking was cramped into Belgian atrocities. The babies looked like you. The babies looked like him. He/you declared himself/yourself an artist/scientist. The babies hate you both/themselves/each other/the whole fucking world. He was a paedophile. He was a wife beater. His mother secretly beat your children. His father did, whilst taking them on boat rides. Your father shat on one of your childrens' faces.
Stop me when I'm getting close.
No, none of the above.
Sorry to hear all that, Sonja. Honestly.
I hope the kids are alright. You and Gem, too.
It's alright chavis - best to be happy seperately than miserable together :)
:no:
Who has the children?
Happiness > Not-happiness.
Well said, irrelevant observer.Quote:
Originally Posted by Something Else
I was just about to get Skweeks to say that her hovering husband has taken legal possession of her children, and by rite, her very soul. To the max and then some other maximum drama. But you ruined it with your hippie irrelevance.
You make me sick, but I love you.
I can't think of anything I'd less like to do than have a face punching competition with a Northern Irish ex-con who was off his face.
Except for having one with a Northern Irish ex-con who was on his face. He'd probably hit harder and more accurately.
They have soft voices, the Northern Irish, you know. But they fight like fighty and strong wild beasts. Ibiza taught me this.
In other news; at least we now know why Skweeks was chatting barbie up on Facebook now :smilie4:
What what what? When was I chatting up Barbie on facebook? :O
Just before you made your grand re-entrance chez nous.
He told us all about it.
Talking about KoC counts as 'chatting up'?
I may have some catching up to do on this new social concept.
Yes and yes.
It's surprising what you miss when you're rearing kids.
I shall take you under my wing.
I feel like I should be saying no, but I am intrigued.
So now you are implying that Skweeks is turning into Mary. You've got a Mary obsession. :no:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
A bit like booze and mdma.Quote:
Originally Posted by chaliceWell said, irrelevant observer.Quote:
Originally Posted by Something Else
I was just about to get Skweeks to say that her hovering husband has taken legal possession of her children, and by rite, her very soul. To the max and then some other maximum drama. But you ruined it with your hippie irrelevance.
You make me sick, but I love you.