I got myself a big jeep to deal with those issues, everytime I take her for a spin for a moment I feel like a man :lmao:
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A line from the Shakespearean Play, Julius Caesar comes to mind:
Et tu Brute…
How much more humiliation must I suffer at the hands of so called friends. The dust not yet settled on a previous degrading thread, I was left counting my remaining friends on one hand. Due to Anons contributory absence at that time, I had still considered him one of those friends. But alas no, I now find that said absence was probably only due to the preoccupation of grooming ones scrotum and the dabbing of Old Spice in preparation for a pending engagement.
This a man known to secrecy. This a man pontificating discretion. This a man who made no bones about always playing his cards close to his chest. Well it is now blatantly obvious that instead of playing ‘Texas hold em’ he is now playing ‘Navan show em’. Such a hypocritical display, to start a thread to brag about what should be kept a private and personal encounter, only to use it to spit in my face with delight. I can only imagine that at the ultimate climatical thrust he cried ’this one is for you Jimbooooo!’, only to fall an exhausted wreck into Ms Chambers heaving bosom. I am not surprised at Cambers goading attitude to the attention received in the wake of this event, as we have seen before what moral standards she adheres to and what a shameless harlot lies within.
I now find myself left with only a small few friends, Fussy, Westie, NGAN and Debest (now there’s a diner party). I can only attempt to carry on on theses boards with my head hung low in despair.
I am saddened
Jamescork.
thats the spirit jimbop rise above it prove you are indeed the bigger man (whispers to lucy and anon) ye made a right prick of him nice one
My dear friend look not to Caeser but to Othello
O beware, my lord, of Jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!
Kind regards IAGO,..Imean Ric