Enough talk of snow and freezing temperatures. It’s the weekend. Why not open a bottle of wine, put on some romantic music and cosy up in front of an open fire? That’s what Mrs Mick and I will be doing. Except we haven’t got an open fire and we’ll have to keep chasing the ‘Micklets’ (TM Davy H) upstairs but you get the idea.The Temprees - Dedicated To The One I Love
Main Ingredient - Just Don't Want To Be Lonely
9 comments:
You randy git.
You randy git.
Oh WOT? Bloody computers! Tear yourself away from her for a second dear boy and delete the duplcate post do.
'duplicate'. I can spell.
Davy's been traumatized by Tories and a Rampant Cat all day.
So I understand. I hope your scally scouse bezzy mate is better soon. Tell him I'm in the market for a 'used' car stereo.
There's definitely a theme going on lately. Randy git is about right!
Maybe Dick's mate is a Randy Scouse Git.
And Happy 75th to Elvis in case he's reading this on the moon.
The zip code may read Vegas But the heart beats Tupelo
Ooo. You funny old fuckers warm me up.
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