Joined: Aug 18 2002 Posts: 18789 Location: 'Fax fan in Stockport: The jewel in the ring of Manchester
Chris Dalton wrote:Now you're doing the Northern Rail Cup final dance.
You just can't help yourself!
The what dance?
I only do the Grand Final dance. The Northern Rail Final dance is for sixth form Geography teachers and you do it so well. I'm more into the Flawless & Diversity kind of dance and i'll be movin' and shakin' to the Fax beat in October my friend. Mr D, you stick to the mash potato after your elimination qualifying defeat to Featherstone - and i'm being kind there, seeing as though you're currently barely over a 50% win rate in the league with Toulouse and the mighty Fax lying in wait to put your season into a tailspin.
Joined: Apr 18 2006 Posts: 5870 Location: God's little green acre - Widnes!
littlerich wrote:The what dance? I only do the Grand Final dance. The Northern Rail Final dance is for sixth form Geography teachers and you do it so well. I'm more into the Flawless & Diversity kind of dance and i'll be movin' and shakin' to the Fax beat in October my friend. Mr D, you stick to the mash potato after your elimination qualifying defeat to Featherstone - and i'm being kind there, seeing as though you're currently barely over a 50% win rate in the league with Toulouse and the mighty Fax lying in wait to put your season into a tailspin.
Up the Fax !!
VikingmanLittle Rich
Fill him full of Yakult Rich...fill him full of Yakult!!!!!
On thread drift:
tb wrote:Tough. Conversations develop. It's their nature.
Little Pepe went to nursery school one day wearing his Widnes hat. His teacher asked him why he was a Widnes fan. He said, “Because my parents are.” His teacher said, “That’s not good. What would you do if your parents were drug dealers and hookers?” He replied, “Well then I would be a Warrington fan.”
There's a Wooly over there, baggy kecks and feathered hair with a 3 star jumper half way up his back, that’s a fecking Wooly back! Oooh-to… Oooh-to-be… Oooh-to-be-a… WOOLY!
Joined: Apr 18 2006 Posts: 5870 Location: God's little green acre - Widnes!
-VIKINGMAN- wrote:
I've had this kind of banter all day at work, after rubbing shoulders with Peter Mandelson. I couldn't help looking at his bottom and wondering...
Chris Dalton wrote:That's funny because the poor banana at the front doesn't look like he is enjoying the attention that much!
Perhaps little Rich could get some tips from Mandy on how to satisfy his sexual partner and put a smile on Vikingman's face?
On thread drift:
tb wrote:Tough. Conversations develop. It's their nature.
Little Pepe went to nursery school one day wearing his Widnes hat. His teacher asked him why he was a Widnes fan. He said, “Because my parents are.” His teacher said, “That’s not good. What would you do if your parents were drug dealers and hookers?” He replied, “Well then I would be a Warrington fan.”
There's a Wooly over there, baggy kecks and feathered hair with a 3 star jumper half way up his back, that’s a fecking Wooly back! Oooh-to… Oooh-to-be… Oooh-to-be-a… WOOLY!
Joined: Apr 18 2006 Posts: 5870 Location: God's little green acre - Widnes!
-VIKINGMAN- wrote:You dont want to know the conversations we have at our place, all rules went out the window years back.
Good innit?
On thread drift:
tb wrote:Tough. Conversations develop. It's their nature.
Little Pepe went to nursery school one day wearing his Widnes hat. His teacher asked him why he was a Widnes fan. He said, “Because my parents are.” His teacher said, “That’s not good. What would you do if your parents were drug dealers and hookers?” He replied, “Well then I would be a Warrington fan.”
There's a Wooly over there, baggy kecks and feathered hair with a 3 star jumper half way up his back, that’s a fecking Wooly back! Oooh-to… Oooh-to-be… Oooh-to-be-a… WOOLY!
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