A few days early, I had arrived at rob and martyns flat.
Steve playing the gods gift of football manager
Taste the heart attack
Hold it back son.
Note its not the scum rooms in Southend
Martyn and the Mrs Sarah
Mine All Mine
A gift for the taxi home
Outside grans
In bed at grans
A few days later its off back to the flat with rob. 80s night at subspace yeyayayyaya
After a painful wait for a bus
Brandy time, before we head out
The Drinking Section
Smells like sick that watch.
The Sleaze Section
I know U
The Borth Has Physcial Tourettes Section
Ok that 1 is me
Limp but it counts
Robs helping him out here
MMMmm I think thats orange eyeliner
The Back To Normal Section
Hey its her again. (check the previous post for more info)
Rick Hattons Dad
I beat 1 off in borths face and it was good
Nope thats not to clean him up its to secure my place as SWP
Bog roll in his boot,
Take that
PINK
3 comments:
Wow I was all wrong that night.
I beat you on pro eves fair and square, yet you wouldn't give me my prize- the couch.
You deserve those 10 swear pictures you fucking twat.
Kind regards,
Borth
All i wanted was somone to play with. and i did win the 1st game that was not a draw.
Then u cried best out of 3 so u feel into my trap
I can't believe you reduced me to swearing on a blog, I ended that niche when I cut my hair and you've brought it back cos of them bloody arm-outstretched photos you take...
You swine.
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