Growler's all new SOD OFF 'CUS YOU'RE GETTING RIGHT ON MY TITS' TODAY thread

[Barman]

Oh dear.  It is a full moon tonight, it tends to bring out the nutters and photographers. Many of whom are both.

There are trains rattling and screeching up and down the valley tonight. They are very heavy and very loud. 

It was a full moon here too! 

I expect Snoopy will have a sore throat this morning.

[GROWLER]

Anal overly chatty Capri owner.

One more werd from you that I don't like then I AM going to say these imortal werds to you.

My patience threshold is teeteing on the edge, and you'll be coming down with me to act as a cushion upon landing, you bloody great TIT!

Apparently, I sounded VAUGE on the 'phone to him yesterday, bloody twat.

[Snoopy]

So wot happened when you got there? 

[Uncle Mort]

Good question Snoopy, up to now he's been a bit vague about it all.

[Nick]

 

[GROWLER]

So wot happened when you got there? 

He rambled on and on and on and on and on and on about this gorgeous Capri of his.
On closer detailed inspection whilst he got out the way, I conclluded that it is indeed a total shed.

It's had more paint than the Forth Road Bridge, and liberal amounts of porridge over rust are quite evident. Absolute crock of crap with the most ridiculous Dinasorical body kit tacked on that you've ever seen, yet he still insists on pampering over it as though it's a minter.

He did actually get out of my to let me get on repairing his seats, the main ingredient of them consisting mainly of air.

Bodged as best I could, grabbed the lollyand scappered.

[Snoopy]

Excellent ~ Thanks