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This was obviously done deliberately, as subconsciously you secretly fancy him and have been looking to a way to start a dialogue. I'm sure that's what JDawg would advise also........
"What dya reckon Steken?"
Each day we ask Steken what he prefers in a two choice selection.
Tea or Coffee
Apple or Microsoft
Salt or Pepper
What dya reckon Steken?
"What dya reckon Steken?"
Each day we ask Steken what he prefers in a two choice selection.
Tea or Coffee
Apple or Microsoft
Salt or Pepper
What dya reckon Steken?
I'm up for it lid!
I thought arthur or martha could have been the making of me but I just can't post any pics!
Steken it to the man!
Every day Steken regales us with a tale of rebelious behaviour from his past.
Her mate.
She gets on my tits anyway, she has crazy OCD so whenever she puts the kettle on I wander past and flick it off, she then pours a cold tea and has to go remake it. She also absolutely destroys the ladies bathroom with her rotten arse so I often remove the bog roll from their toilet when I know she's got one brewing, her routine and timings are so precise that I know when it's coming.
Steken it to the man!
Every day Steken regales us with a tale of rebelious behaviour from his past.
Hahaha.....you deffo fancy it...... When she hangs up her coat each day, just move it to another place, after a month she will go quietly mad....
Ok todays inaugural edition of Steken it to the man
On a stag do up in Newcastle. The same one as the infamous superhero fight(another day for that one)
Were on this boat that's also a nightclub with a revolving dance floor. It was **** but the best man kept insisting we stay there. I smelt a rat but weren't sure exactly what.
20 mins later two female bizzies come through to the dance floor bit and I spot them first. Suddenly it all became clear.
I ran across the revolving dance floor picked one up over my shoulder and carried her to the lads shouting TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS at the top of my voice. The whole place was watching.
They weren't strippers.
Crying here