.....after the shock at finding out Puggy still has GLEN'S 2010 calender on his wall. Remember?-the one with naked GLEN,sequins,two butter pats and a wooden spoon. [phwooooarrrr!]
a long struggle with weight loss. He couldn't lose the weights I attached to him before throwing him overboard.
....a loooong with wishful thinking-like the time he woke up clutching a barrel out at sea having dreamed he was in charge of his own vessel....which he was,in a way... AH-HARR!
Oh,POPPET! As if YOU'd ruin your nails pulling nasty triggers when you could be pulling ... THIS! [it's called a rope-you pull it to find the anchor on the end,that's holding you on the seabed-ya SWAB!]
Oh you say that NOW....you didn't say it when you were on your knees undoing the knot with your teeth,you little tease! Sod you-I'm upset. Get [wheeeee. . . . .splash] OFF my boat!
.......after finally realising 'combining' isn't the same as 'confusing'.... but coz she's bloody gorgeous,we all forgive and love her...... #cue to heave huge love-lorn sigh.....#
....after a LOOOONG battle with Michelinophobia. Finally succumbed peacefully to a set of Carlisles,while dreaming of a '72 Dodge Charger. [here y'go BBAD-try not to drool...]
... after a long battle with the thing you're meant to pull to make the bonnet open, so you can put more oil in the thingy if the wotsitstick says you got to