bobbyshinton

So it was a lie that you owned your own company? I'm not surprised, I always pictured you as a 50 something gentleman who helps out on £5.35 an hour, in a small carpet company. Keep that picture in your head knob. I don't lie no need, people on here who I have contacted through business know. Unlike you, you seem to have dropped your claim to designing the cat avatar after I put the name of the designer up. What job are you in, how long have you been in it?

Me, this one 7 years. I have been in two others for 9 years each time. My ambition is to be 10.

He's done a decent job. But he isn't the inspirational or visionary character that can make things take off. aye, it's hard to imagine him delivering an inspirational, churchillian half time team talk to rally the troops. are you basing that on what he looks like or souds like because of the best managers we have in the premier does not come over as a motivator. Wenger

I'm having a little snigger, re the newspaper article tonight

censorship!! I'm going back to them cunts at N-O

you could try my poached eggs if I had save the contraption well done

He has looked a little bit lightweight to be fair, although he's had limited opportunities, to say the least. Albert Luque II

beats my jokes

Lets see if I can get the hang of this cut n paste lark A lady walks into a Lexus dealership. She browses around, then spots the perfect car and walks over to inspect it. As she bends to feel the fine leather upholstery, a loud fart escapes her. Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little accident and hopes a sales person doesn't pop up right now. As she turns back, there standing next to her, is a salesman. "Good day, Madame. How may we help you today?" Very uncomfortably she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely vehicle?" He answers, . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Madame, if you farted just touching it, you are going to shit yourself when you hear the price."

If you are an engineer, there's no way you read the instructions ! I'm an engineer too, and the only time you pick up the instructions is after you hear a bang. Heard the bangs, straight away gort a new one out the store, blamed the sparky. That must prove I'm a engineer

Twizzler

Omelette make 5/10. No fusion between the two halves and the filling. Cheese in a microwave effing radio active, got a bottom lip like a coy carp. Should drop microwaved cheese on Iraq, that'll stop them in their tracks an altetrnative napalm

WTF

the barman says, "is this some kind of joke?" And they reply "Course not, it's one of Bobby's posts"?

I must work near you Where? above the apartment

Mister to you

I must work near you

If you're going to copy and paste do it properly.

A Geordie a Smoggie and a Mackem were in a boozer one night, when the Geordie says "At my local you buy the 1st drink and the 2nd drink, then they give you the 3rd drink free." "That's nothing" says the Smoggie "At my local, you buy the 1st drink they buy you the 2nd drink and you get a free bag of crisps!" The Mackem looks up and says "That's nothing in Hendon THEY buy you the 1st drink and the second drink and the 3rd then they take you down the alleyway and give you a damn good fuck!" "Wow" say the Geordie and the Smoggie "Has this happend to you ?" "No" says the Mackem, "but that's what my sister says"

So you pricked the yokes well? yokes and whites, several times, added a teaspoon of water. Who needs fertilizer? I'm expecting UN sanctions for my testing programme

I paid good money for egg poachers suitable for the microwave. I followed the instructions, (I'm a engineer, I'm competent) Next thing bang, bang. It was like the somme (no disrespect intended) Looked in the microwave, nothing in the containers, wall to wall carnage. Had to wash the microwave out, the office smells like someone has shit in it (this may have happened cos the payroll lass whos sits nearest the kitchen looked ill) Binned the little fuckers. Tomorrow I have the microwavable ommelette maker

little tashes

Charvas

Why do I envisage you having boxers with the days of the week written on them, like babies have with their bibs... I seriously don't know why that thought crossed my mind. who you on about? manc-mag Bugger! always wanted a young lass to fantasise aboot me boxer pose

Allright then again it cost £1