One of who? I can only assume you mean a Doctor Who fan, and unfortunately I am only familiar with the newer series.
99% of Doctor Who fans are only familiar with the newer series
One of who? I can only assume you mean a Doctor Who fan, and unfortunately I am only familiar with the newer series.
Sup mang, where've you been hiding?!
I've been working my arse off between Pompey and London, arranging a new mortgage, buying a new car and just generally being run ragged. I always lurk BritGaf but rarely post as I either feel I don't have anything constructive to add or that someone has already said what I was going to!
lol99% of Doctor Who fans are only familiar with the newer series
I've been working my arse off between Pompey and London, arranging a new mortgage, buying a new car and just generally being run ragged. I always lurk BritGaf but rarely post as I either feel I don't have anything constructive to add or that someone has already said what I was going to!
Citroen ds3 dsport plus. I would have got a cooper s but my wife already has a cooper and the ds3 is a bit more practical. Nicer Inside than the mini in my opinion as well. Actually only sorted it out today so I'll be picking it up Thursday, the amount of dealers on autotrader describing complete sheds as nearly new is shocking!What car you going/gone for?
I meant the darkside Mumei
Are you going to join us on are cool lil island
Citroen ds3 dsport plus. I would have got a cooper s but my wife already has a cooper and the ds3 is a bit more practical. Nicer Inside than the mini in my opinion as well. Actually only sorted it out today so I'll be picking it up Thursday, the amount of dealers on autotrader describing complete sheds as nearly new is shocking!
PSA BritGAF: my flatmate and his girlfriend (my long-term close friend) just broke up. Hilarity shall ensue.
My mate has a DS3, wicked carCitroen ds3 dsport plus. I would have got a cooper s but my wife already has a cooper and the ds3 is a bit more practical. Nicer Inside than the mini in my opinion as well. Actually only sorted it out today so I'll be picking it up Thursday, the amount of dealers on autotrader describing complete sheds as nearly new is shocking!
Oh, sure. Darkside is bestside, right?
And whatever you do with your avatar, please stay with the Gir theme!
I only watch the finals. My mother and I always watch it. My father just has to put up with it since we're going to eat dinner in front of the television.
I'd go to a Eurovision party.
There is only one kind of tag Mumei can give you, and your little pals Mike and Noffles already wear it permanently.Can we make a deal if i keep gir you give me a tag?
It's only cool if you get to be there to help release her dramatic sexual tensions.PSA girls: I'm more than happy to be supportive and stuff when you break up with your boyfriend, but that does not include putting up with a rant about how all men are terrible xyzs. And no, that does not make me the bad guy if I point that out.
PSA BritGAF: my flatmate and his girlfriend (my long-term close friend) just broke up. Hilarity shall ensue.
There is only one kind of tag Mumei can give you, and your little pals Mike and Noffles already wear it permanently.
There is only one kind of tag Mumei can give you, and your little pals Mike and Noffles already wear it permanently..
My mate has a DS3, wicked car
Can we make a deal if i keep gir you give me a tag?
There is only one kind of tag Mumei can give you, and your little pals Mike and Noffles already wear it permanently.
That actually looks quite slick. Is it that colour?
My parents want a cooper and I'm not sure of the reasoning for it, it's not really practical - but either way I'd probably end up being insured on it, so I could see what the fuss is about.[/QUOTE]
That's the bad boy ds3 racing, I think James may put it best when he said it looks like a teenagers trainer, bit too garish for me! Mine's the model down (think John works cooper to cooper s) looks similar but all black and black alloys. I managed to find a mint 11 plate with 14k on the clock for £12.5k, they bunged in a years tax and a tank if fuel so all in all I'm pretty pleased.
The minis are great fun, especially in the corners, but the ride is super stiff and not to everyone's taste. People tend to either love them or hate them, I have a sneaky suspicion that if she had to choose between me and her car my wife would side with her mini every time!
I actually like Tashbrooke but I look for excuses to shame him in order to flaunt my alpha male status. I'm just a deeply conflicted man with a dark past looking for an easy target to assert my superiority over since I've lost power in the workplace and am disinterested in my home life. It's probably only a matter of time before I blow up and destroy my stolen identity along with the lives of those close to me whom I've lied to the most and who are hanging on the coatails of my fading talent and brilliance.lolol Jackben. About time Britgaf had its own Reggie Mantle. I mean, Chinner was great and all but ever since Mike got banned and he moved to kathoey country he's gone all mellow.
I wonder what caused the change. One mod must have been tag happy.Seriously though, moderators can't give tags, only administrators.
I love the black and white cat followed by the brown and white dog, all like, "Yeah? And what?"Well I don't like your new avatar
What is it? I think I recognise it. Biffy Clyro?
If love is the answer you hooooold
Hooooold oooooon!
If love is the answer you hooooold
Hoooold oooon!
If love is the answer you h-
....
Touch
Why the hate for that track?! It's beautiful! Like something out of a musical.
But it wasn't as good as this, Chinner you old bastard!Wow .your body is so defined, your thighs are so toned! Jennifer remarked, her eyes moved from the bottom of his body to the very top like a game of Frogger.
The mysterious man remained quiet. He had a slight smile, but it was modest. Yet the woman was mystified- how could such a man be like this? He radiated some kind of healthy glow that attracted her, similar to that of a microwave. She stopped. Shes had plenty of microwaves throughout her life; many would reduce the pot noodles to a soggy mess in mere seconds, but what she REALLY needed was a hob, one with a knob that she can get whatever heat she wanted. Maybe one day shed like to make a hot curry, another day she might fancy a stew.
Jennifer leaned back against the bar and absorbed the music. There was a vibe. The music was infectious. People were dancing with each other as the feeling of joy spread like a bad strain of bird flu. Others were laughing as they reunited with old friends, those who they could share moments with. She also noticed someone sitting down.
So, how about a drink? The man quipped.
Oh you can read me like an open book Her face grew red, but she quickly turned away and waved towards the bar tender.
Would you like the usual?
Yes please Godfrey! Jennifer beamed to the bartender; he nodded.
The bartender rolled to the over side of the bar and started making her cocktail. He was whipping ice out of the bucket while flipping cups and doing some cryptic shaking of her drink. Something youd only expect from a scouser trying to wrestle a purse from a woman having an epileptic fit.
Here you go Mrs. Kojack Godfrey said.
The mysterious mans face quietly dimmed.
Mrs. Kojack? He remarked calmly, but distantly.
No, its Miss Kojack now.
What happened?
Well . Lets just say lollipops werent the only thing he liked to suck
He chuckled, but a silence grew as they looked around the bar. Her loins were blisteringly hot, almost to the extent shed let him pop them. There was a certain confidence about the man she had never quite seen, his face was warm yet cold, his body was well defined, but hidden. He was a puzzle, a rubik cube, but was she going to bother to figure out all of his twists and turns, or was she just going to peel off the labels to get a quick win?
So stranger, how did you get that body of yours She dragged her finger across his body. His nipple felt like a dorito.
I just completed day 7 of the insanity workout. Yeah I know, its pretty intense, but I dont like to brag or anything. Im a modest man. He said.
She could feel his heart, it was pure. Yet dirty. It was Dure. She could imagine his star ship enterprise beaming into her docking station, his lazer gun set to cum, he was her Luke Skywalker, but was he ready to see her Chewbacca? She knew she needed the force . To ram that light saber into her Darth Vader.
There was silence. He put out his hand.
My name is Tashrbooke. Its a pleasure to meet you.
Wow .your body is so defined, your thighs are so toned! Jennifer remarked, her eyes moved from the bottom of his body to the very top like a game of Frogger.
The mysterious man remained quiet. He had a slight smile, but it was modest. Yet the woman was mystified- how could such a man be like this? He radiated some kind of healthy glow that attracted her, similar to that of a microwave. She stopped. Shes had plenty of microwaves throughout her life; many would reduce the pot noodles to a soggy mess in mere seconds, but what she REALLY needed was a hob, one with a knob that she can get whatever heat she wanted. Maybe one day shed like to make a hot curry, another day she might fancy a stew.
Jennifer leaned back against the bar and absorbed the music. There was a vibe. The music was infectious. People were dancing with each other as the feeling of joy spread like a bad strain of bird flu. Others were laughing as they reunited with old friends, those who they could share moments with. She also noticed someone sitting down.
So, how about a drink? The man quipped.
Oh you can read me like an open book Her face grew red, but she quickly turned away and waved towards the bar tender.
Would you like the usual?
Yes please Godfrey! Jennifer beamed to the bartender; he nodded.
The bartender rolled to the over side of the bar and started making her cocktail. He was whipping ice out of the bucket while flipping cups and doing some cryptic shaking of her drink. Something youd only expect from a scouser trying to wrestle a purse from a woman having an epileptic fit.
Here you go Mrs. Kojack Godfrey said.
The mysterious mans face quietly dimmed.
Mrs. Kojack? He remarked calmly, but distantly.
No, its Miss Kojack now.
What happened?
Well . Lets just say lollipops werent the only thing he liked to suck
He chuckled, but a silence grew as they looked around the bar. Her loins were blisteringly hot, almost to the extent shed let him pop them. There was a certain confidence about the man she had never quite seen, his face was warm yet cold, his body was well defined, but hidden. He was a puzzle, a rubik cube, but was she going to bother to figure out all of his twists and turns, or was she just going to peel off the labels to get a quick win?
So stranger, how did you get that body of yours She dragged her finger across his body. His nipple felt like a dorito.
I just completed day 7 of the insanity workout. Yeah I know, its pretty intense, but I dont like to brag or anything. Im a modest man. He said.
She could feel his heart, it was pure. Yet dirty. It was Dure. She could imagine his star ship enterprise beaming into her docking station, his lazer gun set to cum, he was her Luke Skywalker, but was he ready to see her Chewbacca? She knew she needed the force . To ram that light saber into her Darth Vader.
There was silence. He put out his hand.
My name is Tashrbooke. Its a pleasure to meet you.
That was actually pretty damn good Chinner. Write a whole book like that and I imagine you'd be a millionaire.