you got that mixed up, it should be
your ma
yesterday
bedroom ( she's such a bore )
she ain't fussy
don't like Twitter me mate, mingin innit.
Yeah just like your Ma.
Emery ain't mingin though, he's a winner.
you got that mixed up, it should be
your ma
yesterday
bedroom ( she's such a bore )
she ain't fussy
don't like Twitter me mate, mingin innit.
why?I kissed a girl once.
I'd just fingered her and it seemed the polite thing to do.why?
Tactics ?
Or maybe
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Yeah just like your Ma.
Emery ain't mingin though, he's a winner.
I'll leave your mum alone of you resist your urges for mine. At least until I'm out of the country and I don't get a call from her saying she's had filthy time with youngster called Connor
Emery, deffo a winner and I would feel infinitely better if he was announced our manager mate.
Well mate, I don't like the sun, am teetotal and I've been with Mrs Malfosse for over 30 years, so the kissing stage is over.Hello quilts. When it happens it will happen.
Until then relax and enjoy summer. Beers to be drank, girls to be kissed. All the good things in life.
Shamlet
Emery, deffo a winner and I would feel infinitely better if he was announced our manager mate.
Well mate, I don't like the sun, am teetotal and I've been with Mrs Malfosse for over 30 years, so the kissing stage is over.
What the feck am I supposed to do?
I'd just fingered her and it seemed the polite thing to do.
Emery's just paper talk mate.
Emery ... paper ... take your time.
*gets coat