Brenton Davy
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Honestly, I 100% should wear a bib when eating.
I really wonder about this team sometimes…Youve been a bad boy Bubby
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Honestly, I 100% should wear a bib when eating.
I really wonder about this team sometimes…Youve been a bad boy Bubby
I spent 45 minutes with her son in 1974 when Charlie gave me a personal tour of the HMS Jupiter when it docked in Nuku'alofa. He was actually a really cool guy. He asked me lots of questions, and surprisingly, none of them were about torture techniques in Turkish prisons.The Royals hey? Did I ever mention the night I spent with Queen Lizzy back in the day? Of course, she was still just a princess then. I was a naive stable boy. Never even seen a clam that didn't belong to a nag. She found me tired and sweaty, dung shovel in hand, and must have taken a likening to me.
It was a wild and passionate night. She knew how to handle a sceptre, let me tell you.
Never saw her again after that. Except on the television of course. The old fella still stands to attention every time I hear God Save The Queen though.
I don't wonder so much as make wild assumptions.I really wonder about this team sometimes…
Like I said…
Makes me wonder.I don't wonder so much as make wild assumptions.
I spent 45 minutes with her son in 1974 when Charlie gave me a personal tour of the HMS Jupiter when it docked in Nuku'alofa. He was actually a really cool guy. He asked me lots of questions, and surprisingly, none of them were about torture techniques in Turkish prisons.
Sounds like you’ve been too close to too many nuclear tests…There's actually a small tribe in the South Pacific that worships me as a God. I had been aboard a unregistered research vessel involved in early Viagra tests. The initial dose was intensely potent and I ended up erect for 3 months. It was quite handy for finding true North (there was a magnet embedded in the tip from another unrelated medical experiment) when the vessel ran aground one stormy night. Eventually I was found and rescued by a friendly people that found my virility to be quite divine. I bedded several women, but eventually had to leave when I was blamed for a sudden syphilis outbreak. I learned a valuable lesson then about never ******* a turtle again no matter how soft it's tail looks.
Many moons later they forgave me and asked me to return, sending my a photograph of the alter they had erected in my honour. But alas, it was never to be. My little island's secret location dies with me. But I will always remember that one month in 1957...
Surprised you havent been drafted by the Bombres yetThere's actually a small tribe in the South Pacific that worships me as a God. I had been aboard a unregistered research vessel involved in early Viagra tests. The initial dose was intensely potent and I ended up erect for 3 months. It was quite handy for finding true North (there was a magnet embedded in the tip from another unrelated medical experiment) when the vessel ran aground one stormy night. Eventually I was found and rescued by a friendly people that found my virility to be quite divine. I bedded several women, but eventually had to leave when I was blamed for a sudden syphilis outbreak. I learned a valuable lesson then about never ******* a turtle again no matter how soft it's tail looks.
Many moons later they forgave me and asked me to return, sending my a photograph of the alter they had erected in my honour. But alas, it was never to be. My little island's secret location dies with me. But I will always remember that one month in 1957...
Sounds like you’ve been too close to too many nuclear tests…
Surprised you havent been drafted by the Bombres yet
Apparently your the pill expertYou can't draft a coach, you nitwit. Do the Royals eat stupid pills for breakfast?
Time to defend the honour of the Throne!It's game day at the Golden Throne Royals! Time to kick so demon arse and send them back to their frozen wasteland.
Precisely, my good friend.If we're not having fun, it's just not qooty!
Technically, feeling his arse is not a tag
I was wondering (again) why Zevon was looking forward to this matchup…Technically, feeling his arse is not a tag
your soothing voice on this cool but relatively humid morning makes me feel at ease, thank you BrentonI was wondering (again) why Zevon was looking forward to this matchup…
You might have to rework that one, mate. It doesn't really trip off the tongue.Happy Australia bias game day everyone.