applescruff14

The teachers that taught me weren't cool.

It needs to be reverted back.

2012 to 2010.

That leads to your door.

My current job to my last one.

That woman at work to the one all those years ago.

I had a massive wave come over me in the Indian Ocean but fortunately didn't meet any sharks.

Examples please.

Comparing my current job to my last job is like comparing Rolf Harris to Rembrandt.

Getting Better.

I think I will stay at home.

It's a drag but I am changing my scene and I'm doing the best that I can.

I get this quite a lot.

I was hopeless at roundabouts when I was learning to drive, I have been on roundabouts before where people just stay stationary not knowing who to give way to.

Some woman on that dating site, asked me when was the last time I had sex (for fucks sake)

I just want the woman I really want.

She was upset about something so I put my arms around her and kissed her, it was in front of three other members of staff as well, she was surprised I did it.

Not much chance of that, been fucking around having a bit of fun on that dating site.

She said she wasn't giving me her number although I didn't ask for in in the first place, a rather redundant thing to say. I managed to kiss that woman at work yesterday.

No funds available.

I did the right thing from the realistic point of view, I was out and about earlier trying to visualise how I'd be feeling if I was just about to meet her and I was a nervous wreck. I saved myself a lot of embarrassment and face by pulling out, shame but comparing her to the woman I really want is like comparing Rolf Harris to Rembrandt.

£10k won't bring your hearing back though.

Never had any problems with number plates at an MOT, failed the last one due the exhaust about to fall off but got a pass after they welded if back on. If baffles me how a number plate being to small can fail an MOT, I think it's legal not to have one on the front as long as there is one on the back. Take it to another garage.

Can't believe they were mentioned in the same breath as The Beatles as comparing them to The Beatles is like comparing Rolf Harris to Rembrandt.

It was plain to see she was just humouring me, wouldn't give me her number, countless messages went unanswered with the excuse being she hasn't got time to reply (got time to go for a drink though) She wouldn't commit herself to anything, I could have been stood up and would have had no way of contacting her as I wouldn't have had a number or could of got beaten up by a load of blokes. I wouldn't have had a clue what to talk about if she had turned up and I would have looked a right plonker.