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Post by whatsgoingon on Dec 18, 2006 16:20:14 GMT
or something. Anyroad, March 17th is as good a reason as any for those amongst you with tenuous oirish connections to get pissed and vomit in either the singers hair or Matt's bog / sofa / hair (hmmm).
Tenuous oirish connections? I have no idea what I mean.
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Post by muddycoffee on Dec 18, 2006 23:01:04 GMT
Do you mean Bristow?
Can't possiblywatsitmicallit any bastard else on here.
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Post by Dirty Bristow on Dec 19, 2006 0:00:47 GMT
My vomitting antics are not as well known in Sheffield as other cities, perhaps Paddy's 07 will be an unleashing...
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Post by whatsgoingon on Dec 19, 2006 0:14:15 GMT
My vomitting antics are not as well known in Sheffield as other cities, perhaps Paddy's 07 will be an unleashing... Eeuuurrrrggghhh. I was thinking more of mine, but we could play Vom-Spitfires I suppose. In Matt's living room. ;D
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Post by Dirty Bristow on Dec 19, 2006 17:36:50 GMT
Allison would look very cross in the morning...she might even rub our noses in it.
That's setlled then vom-spitfires it is!
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Post by duriechstsogut on Dec 23, 2006 12:22:23 GMT
Bring on your Vom-spitfires! It would make a change from cleaning up cat spew. The loser of the dogfight has to ring best kebabs.
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