Can I have a drink yet or is it too early??? My fingers are sore from writing 'go away and don't post again' and I'm sure the ice in the glass will be good for them.
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Orgasminator
go and have a lie down jag i a dark room, its sunday after all
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Jags
i shall dash straight over and sooth your fevered fingers - however, it's a new car and I drive slowly. might take a couple of days,so don't ban everyone on the Site just yet!!! :shock:
Mal
(Nah, sod it - ban 'em all!!
)
i shall dash straight over and sooth your fevered fingers - however, it's a new car and I drive slowly. might take a couple of days,so don't ban everyone on the Site just yet!!! :shock:
Mal
(Nah, sod it - ban 'em all!!
) My Sunday mornings normally start around {insert obscenely late time} and don't really rush on from there.
For some reason this morning I'm up, I've tidied the house, gone and done some food shopping and done a load of washing.........what the heck happened !! :twisted:
Sunday mornings are very odd (and slightly random) things indeed.....
For some reason this morning I'm up, I've tidied the house, gone and done some food shopping and done a load of washing.........what the heck happened !!
:twisted: Sunday mornings are very odd (and slightly random) things indeed.....
Quote by Carpathian
My Sunday mornings normally start around {insert obscenely late time} and don't really rush on from there.
For some reason this morning I'm up, I've tidied the house, gone and done some food shopping and done a load of washing.........what the heck happened !!
Sunday mornings are very odd (and slightly random) things indeed.....
You expecting a guest Carpy????
Sex God
Quote by Jags
There are some LOVELY people on this site and it's such a shame that they don't take up the time of the Mods as much as the tossers do!!
So, do what Rocky suggested ages ago - send someone a lovely PM!
Me? I'm off to the drinks cupboard...
drinks cupboard... mines a guinness!!!!
:D :D Re: tossers......
maybe that is their way of getting over the sexual frustrations from going another weekend without by writing stupid things........
god the build up of all that testosorone must be killing them...... :D :D :D
sean xxxxx
Quote by Jags
My Sunday mornings normally start around {insert obscenely late time} and don't really rush on from there.
For some reason this morning I'm up, I've tidied the house, gone and done some food shopping and done a load of washing.........what the heck happened !!
Sunday mornings are very odd (and slightly random) things indeed.....
You expecting a guest Carpy????
Oooooh, you cynic !! :wink: :wink:
Trust me, I'm as surprised as anybody else !
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Marya
Can I bring my ironing round, please? If you do washing as well, I'll recreate the 'levi jeans in the laundrette' ad if it helps :twisted: !
mal
Can I bring my ironing round, please? If you do washing as well, I'll recreate the 'levi jeans in the laundrette' ad if it helps :twisted: !
mal
Quote by Jags
*hates ironing*
Me too - in fact I'd go as far to say I despise it
:evil: :evil: Todays sunday morning went as follows.
Snuggled up in bed fast asleep.....cheek pat, cheek pat, nose lick, claw up nose :evil:
My chest was constricting I couldn't breath, opened my eyes and there are my boys, my two cats trappling over me with that, "Look it's 06:30 and you have tuna to open and serve" look on their faces.
Tried to snuggle down further but no....the paws came under the quilt....pat, pat, pat, claw...Got you mum!
I gave up the struggle, got up fed them, made drinks for us, played text twist, had a beer or two and then back to bed
:D Ah Bliss.Woke again at 12:30, got up, looked over the forums while waiting for bath to run, and wrote a really long and waffling post on Jags' thread.
Umm that's fairly typical and that's about it.
ops: :oops: I live a pretty lazy life at the weekend.Jas
XXX
Our morning started at 6am with the kids being utter nightmares from the start,followed by cooking Steve a cooked breakfast for fathers day(not good for the morning after!)
Then we were blessed with 2 whole minutes to snuggle on the sofa before being pounced upon,followed by preparing for sunday dinner.
Think the afternoon may pan out a little better(bloody hope so!)
As for the eveening,utter bliss(hopefully)
Clare,xxx
Then we were blessed with 2 whole minutes to snuggle on the sofa before being pounced upon,followed by preparing for sunday dinner.
Think the afternoon may pan out a little better(bloody hope so!)
As for the eveening,utter bliss(hopefully)
Clare,xxx
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Will&de
Hi :welcome: Maybe I can help
We have the chatroom which of course is for chatting, this is the Cafe where threads are posted on different subjects and members respond with comments or post discussions, some are serious and some are pure drivel
:D
You are more than welcome to post a subject or add to one or you can try the chatroom which I believe can be quite manic at times.
Hope I have been of assistance but which ever you choose enjoy :D
Hi :welcome: Maybe I can help
We have the chatroom which of course is for chatting, this is the Cafe where threads are posted on different subjects and members respond with comments or post discussions, some are serious and some are pure drivel
:D
You are more than welcome to post a subject or add to one or you can try the chatroom which I believe can be quite manic at times.
Hope I have been of assistance but which ever you choose enjoy :D
Sex God
SHIT!! Is it Sunday already ?
Sex God
Quote by tim-jas
*hates ironing*
Me too - in fact I'd go as far to say I despise it
:evil: :evil: Todays sunday morning went as follows.
Snuggled up in bed fast asleep.....cheek pat, cheek pat, nose lick, claw up nose :evil:
My chest was constricting I couldn't breath, opened my eyes and there are my boys, my two cats trappling over me with that, "Look it's 06:30 and you have tuna to open and serve" look on their faces.
Tried to snuggle down further but no....the paws came under the quilt....pat, pat, pat, claw...Got you mum!
I gave up the struggle, got up fed them, made drinks for us, played text twist, had a beer or two and then back to bed
:D Ah Bliss.Woke again at 12:30, got up, looked over the forums while waiting for bath to run, and wrote a really long and waffling post on Jags' thread.
Umm that's fairly typical and that's about it.
ops: :oops: I live a pretty lazy life at the weekend.Jas
XXX
aaahh jas a woman after me own heart! i can have no opinion on sunday mornings cos i rarely if ever see 'em!
kick a hairy dog of me bed at some obscene hour, drink a hairy dog at some obscene hour, laze about a bit in the bath with another hairy dog till the pub starts serving dinner, laze about a bit more after lunch! good ain't they?
neil x x x x x x
Sex God
Bloody great Sunday morning!!....Daughter number one, made some discoveries that pleased us all.
I stuck my head round her bedroom door this morning which is a very rare thing indeed as the sight normally makes me depressed...(where the f**k she gets the handgrenades from I will never know) because being fathers day, she wanted to give me a present, well a card and an I.O.U. for the present which she says,, will come next week when she gets paid, I think she will be skint after that cos if she means it this time, then its gonna be expensive stumping up for Fathers day, last Christmas and my last birthday all in one hit.
I ventured beyond the door bar between her room and the landing(classified as 'no mans land' in our house) for the first time in a year and struggled to stay on my feet as the stench hit me. (My frogmans mask and aqualung was in the garage unfortunately). Now I dont know about your kids, but it can't be healthy that Pizza, chinese takeaway and Cheesy Dorito's are a good bedtime snack. After getting the card and backing out, I suggested that a tidy up might be in order and guess what .......she did :shock:
It was during her tidy up that she made some discoveries that I hope will change her life. Discovery one was that the knobbly bits that are halfway down her legs and referred to as knees, bend and that by useing this bending technique you can reach the floor and pick things up. She was like a puppy with a new ball with this discovery and picked up more clothes than I've got hanging in the wardrobe.
The next problem for her, was where to put what she had just picked up, she asked her mum who suggested the wardrobe might be a good idea. After a few minutes looking, she came into our room to ask where the wardrobe was and was amazed when she discovered that the large wooden box as she discribed it, that stood in the corner of the room, that she had previousely used as a wheelie bin, was in fact a wardrobe and that you can hang clothes in it. The joy of this discovery was a wonder to see on her Pizza stained little face.
The next thing she tackled was the plates and cups that had been carefully arranged on the window sill so as not to leave any space for dust to settle. Initial attempts at removal proved impossible and she became a bit traumatised at the way the blue mould, transferred easily onto her night clothes, but undeterred she quickly discovered her third new thing which was, that by taking one of her shoes that had been kicked across the landing when she came in the previous night, it could be used as either a club or a prising bar to get the crockery off and down the stairs.
I followed her down and noted that as she passed the hoover, which daughter number two, had just finished useing, she brushed against the 'on switch'. Like a shot cat, she leapt into the air and clung to the stair bannister and wouldn't come down untill Dad had made the monster go away. I turned the hoover off and after some explaining, she decided to try it. I carried it upstairs for her and watched with fatherly pride (do you remember when your kids managed to do their shape ball) as she started to work out that the three sticky out things on the end of the lead, fitted perfectly into the three holes in the box on the walll. She then made another discovery. By turning it on and pushing it, all the crumbs bits of paper and other debris, could be removed from the floor ahhhh bless.
Mrs davej and I have discussed if showing her things like the iron, washing up bowl, bathroom cleaniNg stuff, would be of any benefit, but have decided that enough is enough for one day.
All in all a damn good Sunday.
I stuck my head round her bedroom door this morning which is a very rare thing indeed as the sight normally makes me depressed...(where the f**k she gets the handgrenades from I will never know) because being fathers day, she wanted to give me a present, well a card and an I.O.U. for the present which she says,, will come next week when she gets paid, I think she will be skint after that cos if she means it this time, then its gonna be expensive stumping up for Fathers day, last Christmas and my last birthday all in one hit.
I ventured beyond the door bar between her room and the landing(classified as 'no mans land' in our house) for the first time in a year and struggled to stay on my feet as the stench hit me. (My frogmans mask and aqualung was in the garage unfortunately). Now I dont know about your kids, but it can't be healthy that Pizza, chinese takeaway and Cheesy Dorito's are a good bedtime snack. After getting the card and backing out, I suggested that a tidy up might be in order and guess what .......she did :shock:
It was during her tidy up that she made some discoveries that I hope will change her life. Discovery one was that the knobbly bits that are halfway down her legs and referred to as knees, bend and that by useing this bending technique you can reach the floor and pick things up. She was like a puppy with a new ball with this discovery and picked up more clothes than I've got hanging in the wardrobe.
The next problem for her, was where to put what she had just picked up, she asked her mum who suggested the wardrobe might be a good idea. After a few minutes looking, she came into our room to ask where the wardrobe was and was amazed when she discovered that the large wooden box as she discribed it, that stood in the corner of the room, that she had previousely used as a wheelie bin, was in fact a wardrobe and that you can hang clothes in it. The joy of this discovery was a wonder to see on her Pizza stained little face.
The next thing she tackled was the plates and cups that had been carefully arranged on the window sill so as not to leave any space for dust to settle. Initial attempts at removal proved impossible and she became a bit traumatised at the way the blue mould, transferred easily onto her night clothes, but undeterred she quickly discovered her third new thing which was, that by taking one of her shoes that had been kicked across the landing when she came in the previous night, it could be used as either a club or a prising bar to get the crockery off and down the stairs.
I followed her down and noted that as she passed the hoover, which daughter number two, had just finished useing, she brushed against the 'on switch'. Like a shot cat, she leapt into the air and clung to the stair bannister and wouldn't come down untill Dad had made the monster go away. I turned the hoover off and after some explaining, she decided to try it. I carried it upstairs for her and watched with fatherly pride (do you remember when your kids managed to do their shape ball) as she started to work out that the three sticky out things on the end of the lead, fitted perfectly into the three holes in the box on the walll. She then made another discovery. By turning it on and pushing it, all the crumbs bits of paper and other debris, could be removed from the floor ahhhh bless.
Mrs davej and I have discussed if showing her things like the iron, washing up bowl, bathroom cleaniNg stuff, would be of any benefit, but have decided that enough is enough for one day.
All in all a damn good Sunday.
