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mancunian
3 weeks ago
Straight Male, 61
0 miles · North Yorkshire
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Quote by Dirtygirly
What I find weird is the jar of dog biscuits.
Something for when you get the munches? :confused:
Erm... for my dog?!
Who would eat dog biscuits other than Mel Gibson and a dog? Weirdo! :giggle:
Then why do you decant them into a jar?
Do like the colours?
Do they go well with the coloured sand?
Weird moi! :giggle:
Others can beat me with a hand tied behind their back.
Sex God
Quote by flower411
:giggle:
Well I have a jar of pebbles... lifted and brought home from beaches, gardens, countryside, you name it, I have a pebble from it. Even a bit of Mount Everest. I write the date and where they came from on the back and into the jar they go. :mrgreen:
I have a jar of pennies... it's almost full and I dare say I should empty it.
I have a jar of dice... round ones, square ones, little ones, big ones, glass ones... yeah... all sorts of dice.
I have a jar for my jewellery.
I have a jar of little watery crystal things.
I have a jar of sand.
I have a jar of dog biscuits.
I have a jar of candle wax.
I have a lot of jars. I'm going to stop now!
Girly ....I see your jars ..and they are good
But seriously ? A jar of sand ??
you gotta explain that one
The jar of sand I could understand as I know of number of people how have collected coloured sand
What I find weird is the jar of dog biscuits.
Something for when you get the munches? :confused:
Sex God
A drunk walking home through a graveyard, suddenly hears a female voice.
'Psst', she says, 'fancy a shag, only a tenner',
Thinking this a reasonable offer the drunk accepts and gets down to business with the woman.
A passing policeman, upon hearing this activity, goes to investigate and shines his torch in their faces, demanding 'What do you think you are doing?' to which the drunk replies 'I'm making love to my wife'
'I'm sorry' replies the policeman,' I didn't realise'
'No neither did I', replied the drunk,'untill you shone your light in her face'
'Psst', she says, 'fancy a shag, only a tenner',
Thinking this a reasonable offer the drunk accepts and gets down to business with the woman.
A passing policeman, upon hearing this activity, goes to investigate and shines his torch in their faces, demanding 'What do you think you are doing?' to which the drunk replies 'I'm making love to my wife'
'I'm sorry' replies the policeman,' I didn't realise'
'No neither did I', replied the drunk,'untill you shone your light in her face'
but I haven't got hairy palms yet, I've checked. :lol2: Sex God
Coffee usually found in a jar in the cupboard.
For myself I'd leave it there. Cannot stand the stuff, however I do suffer a mug a day at weekend at 11 o'clock as it has become a domestic ritual.
On occasion when I'm out I have visited the odd commercial coffee shop. I find the coffee far too strong for my taste, dehydrating and I usually have to find a bottle of water. Incidentally research claims that the chemicals in plastic bottles has a similar effect to estragine (spelt wrong, female hormone, can't find it in my dictionary) so watch out chaps, think it might explain the moobs :shock:
That said though many years ago I was living in Weston super Mare and there was a coffee shop there that roasted and ground it's own coffee, and we would visit on a saturday and chose a different coffee each week. A very enjoyable way to drink coffee and socialise. Ahh happy days.
Since moving north there is a deli in my town that roasts and grinds its own coffee and have had many a pleasant mug of coffee, a solitary pleasure these days but pleasant none the less.
For myself I'd leave it there. Cannot stand the stuff, however I do suffer a mug a day at weekend at 11 o'clock as it has become a domestic ritual.
On occasion when I'm out I have visited the odd commercial coffee shop. I find the coffee far too strong for my taste, dehydrating and I usually have to find a bottle of water. Incidentally research claims that the chemicals in plastic bottles has a similar effect to estragine (spelt wrong, female hormone, can't find it in my dictionary) so watch out chaps, think it might explain the moobs :shock:
That said though many years ago I was living in Weston super Mare and there was a coffee shop there that roasted and ground it's own coffee, and we would visit on a saturday and chose a different coffee each week. A very enjoyable way to drink coffee and socialise. Ahh happy days.
Since moving north there is a deli in my town that roasts and grinds its own coffee and have had many a pleasant mug of coffee, a solitary pleasure these days but pleasant none the less.
