A thread that may go to the GOT Hall of Fame/Shame.
Carry on. Like old times, this.
Carry on. Like old times, this.

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The year is 2014 and I'm living in a lovely flat near Smithdown with seven mates from first year - one of whom was a 6ft 2 18 stone female rugby player. Size 11 feet.
Barely saw her, she'd gone all fitness freak and never came for a bevy any more, buckets of protein down her every week.
We'd noticed that she was getting a couple of ASOS etc orders most days and was living well beyond her means as a student but didn't think much of it.
Move on to just after Xmas and we were sat in sharing a 20 bag and pissing about with the Chromecast. Mate pulled up Adultwork on the lounge TV and stuck in our postcode - there she was. No face but it was our house, our bathroom and her in a tonne of skimpy gear - could see her tattoos. Paid a quid for access to her full profile and there she was in all her glory, horrific.
The reviews were the worst 'all over that butter would not melt face etc.'
She primarily used the Marriott in town and did overnight stays.
Can she sort 3 for 50?
I'm too much of a gent.Spit on it and slam it in lad
The year is 2014 and I'm living in a lovely flat near Smithdown with seven mates from first year - one of whom was a 6ft 2 18 stone female rugby player. Size 11 feet.
Barely saw her, she'd gone all fitness freak and never came for a bevy any more, buckets of protein down her every week.
We'd noticed that she was getting a couple of ASOS etc orders most days and was living well beyond her means as a student but didn't think much of it.
Move on to just after Xmas and we were sat in sharing a 20 bag and pissing about with the Chromecast. Mate pulled up Adultwork on the lounge TV and stuck in our postcode - there she was. No face but it was our house, our bathroom and her in a tonne of skimpy gear - could see her tattoos. Paid a quid for access to her full profile and there she was in all her glory, horrific.
The reviews were the worst 'all over that butter would not melt face etc.'
She primarily used the Marriott in town and did overnight stays.
Thought you'd never ask...I want a chew as well.
Clitty Bont? Classic.Rhyl? Frigging hell there's nothing to do bar go out drinking, and the girls seemed pretty desperate lasted time I was out there. Can't really mock Wales seeing my other half is from clwyt y bont.
You need to find the right balance of indifference/friendliness/subtle hints you'd bone them.
I'm not...I'm too much of a gent.
Does the Grafton still exist?At 25 mate I'd forget it and get yourself in the Lisbon.
and the rest of Wales is a c**tClitty Bont? Classic.
Nope.Does the Grafton still exist?
Does the Grafton still exist?