Just kecks and shoes or you're not getting in lad.
We even had to dress smart to kiss girls. You scruffs dressing like Marty McFly on nights out.
Utter quilts.
How dare you.
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Just kecks and shoes or you're not getting in lad.
We even had to dress smart to kiss girls. You scruffs dressing like Marty McFly on nights out.
Utter quilts.
What was the other one? AJs? Easy girls but you had to fight your way out of there as penance.
Lol it's ace isnt it?Just kecks and shoes or you're not getting in lad.
We even had to dress smart to kiss girls. You scruffs dressing like Marty McFly on nights out.
I had a good innings.This thread has been ideal for 'user notes' - anyone who is defending tinder has had a note tagged to their account with "proactively look to ban"
I had a good innings.
Funnily enough like half the uncle Alberts wading in here rabbiting on about past glories
No mate. We are just much superior to your pathetic needy generation.I had a good innings.
Funnily enough like half the uncle Alberts wading in here rabbiting on about past glories
Did you require an app to get said nosh sir?RJ's.
And I was forever getting barred from there. Doormen were bad teds. Last time I got in there (About 15 years ago) I fell off a barstool...Twice!
Launched out, too pished to put up a struggle. Somemutts/tarts/bintsgirls took pity on me and one eventually gave me a nosh in marine park (just along the prom). Great days
We used to work long hours in our twenties too.
We still got laid, loads.
Excuses, excuses. No wonder your generation is skint.
Did you require an app to get said nosh sir?
Wonderful, you can tell me all about bars and clubs that are no longer open.No mate. We are just much superior to your pathetic needy generation.
Learn from us.
Great days.The " fancy a pint " after work nights out were always boss.
You genuinely had no intention of staying out unti 3am in your work gear, but after your third pint on an empty stomach the end result was always going to be the same, waking up in student pad off Smithdown or somewhere on the Queens Estate in Kenny, with a bad head, no money, next to a girl you had no memory of pulling, wondering how you were going to get into work in one piece on time.
Very happy days.
Yes because you quilts are too busy drinking latte and taking selfies instead of trying to hold a pint you pathetic quims.Wonderful, you can tell me all about bars and clubs that are no longer open.
Wonderful, you can tell me all about bars and clubs that are no longer open.
Yeah so all it was required was £100+.Absolutely not!
All's it required was @14 pints of beer, a few doubles, and the charm & charisma that goes with it.
And the ability to get a panhandler after said amount, sadly improbable these days.