@rusty trawler wrote:
Lads,
I tried to take one for the boys and I was dead set on seeking revenge on the girls for sneaking into our room. I resisted the smell of gorgeous home-made goodies that were baking in the oven. I wasn’t really tempted by the cute glasses of Lambrini on the tables or the soft-piped music, but regretfully I gave in to the girly magazines but they were more about knitting patterns, Zara shopping vouchers and 10 reasons why your fella is really an ass.
Then they ceased open me like a group of amorous octopi (is that the plural for octopus?) and only tried to size me up for my bra size. That’s not the worst of it, I think I liked it so much that I may have discovered my feminine side. Anyway, it smells rather nice in here. Is that the faint whiff of Glade lavender pout pourri I can detect? And those curtains soooo don’t go with those power tools.
*Nods Knowingly*
I guess it’s better than “Octopussies” dude.
That’s just too darn weird.
Doesn’t bear thinking about.
Hey Rustler.. Sort your font out though huh broseph?
It may seem a trifle but we need manly male like solidarity here.
Our motto is “Never Neglect The Little Things”… Ahem :roll:
Anyway, bold is beautiful.
Don’t be afraid to exert your type.
We
Is
Blokes!
(That can be our other motto).