Alien Spacers pickled onion flavour , God what i wouldn't give for a pack of them right now
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I am Westside, i dont eat crap - my body is a temple!
Alien Spacers pickled onion flavour , God what i wouldn't give for a pack of them right now
I have no signature at the moment
do you remember when the bags were full??
i wish the makers of taytos would supply them in the UK.
i lurv em but the only place u can get em in England is the irish pub chains.
actually i do eat crap but i eat good stuff too.Im trying to drop all the crap and eat nothing but good stuff but my appetite is so big and i dont really get out of shape by eating crap i just figure wtf.Why suffer and do both.
a heart attack waiting to happen,
Westside.
thats the best way to lose fat.The Diet Of Fear.It goes like this,
You sign up and then your billed for a few grand more than you expected.This will cause you to loose a few ibs.
Then you will be constantly phoned about the outstanding payments and you'll loose more weight.
You will have sherrifs calling to your home to pocess something to the value of the monies owed.More punds fall off.
By now you life is one big mess and your start to drag your emaciated body to the credit union for a loan but they dont do cosmetics so another few punds fall off.
You will receive daily phone calls with threats of courts and pounds just keep falling.
Eventually your letterbox is opened and a letter pops in only for it to be a court summons for default of payment.More pounds fall.
By now your pecker has grown two inches and you can see your heels by looking down in front of you.Your legs are like a pair of pliars in shorts when your billed for a second period of the course as you were never told that you have to get consent for withdrawal.
Pounds just keep rolling off.
By now your skilletal frame is quivering in fear and the calls continue,the threats continue and then a letter arrives saying,
"We told you our diet works,please send payment as originally outloned for €120.Ignore our threats and letters.All a part of our well designed course.........."The Diet Of Fear".
Sincerely,
Westside. hahahahha
Does anybody remember Perry Crisps back in the 1960s? In fact, does anybody here (apart for me) even remember the 60s or 70s for that f***ing matter?
Well here's a trip down memory lane:
My first packet of crisps: Perry, sometime in the 1960s, price 2d (that's old pence)
My first packet of fags: Gold Bond in 1973, price 11.5p (that's new pence)
My first beer in a pub: Half Pint of Double Diamond in 1972 or 1973, price about 11p
My first feel of a woman: F***ing priceless
So Pat, I bet you can remember the 60s too.
How's about some reminiscenses from the days when we were both young and virginal. Tell the young wipper-snappers about some of the things they just don't teach em in school.
Even the language was different:
A gay person was a jolly person.
A fag was something containing tobacco that you smoked.
BJ were the initials of your best mate on the local GAA team.
Bareback meant you could'nt afford a saddle for your piebald pony.
Doing a line meant going steady with a member of the opposite sex.
Contraceptives were illegal devices, much like guns and bomb making equipment today.
A ride was........well, a ride was always a ride..........unless you were an American, in which case it was a lift.
A weed was something that most people had growing in their gardens.
A cock was the male equivalent of a hen.
Masturbation made you go blind (thank God for Specsavers).
An escort was a man who accompanied a lady to a social function. He was there to look after her and to ensure that no nare-do-well took any liberties with her.
Watersports were conducted in the sea and usually involved boats.
Sex was something you engaged in after marriage and it's purpose was to procreate.
A horn was a vital piece of equipment on a motor vehicle.
Sucking was something you did through a straw, and licking usually involved ice cream.
Any more reminiscenses from the mature escorts or maturer clients?