I wrongly yesterday assumed a person needed help when he passed out in the chemist and feel like a tree, head first and opened up a huge wound on his head that gushed blood. apparently I invaded his personal space by putting him in the recovery position and I should not have wrongly gender pronouned him as a roofer working around the corner.
I often call my brother a ‘faggot’ not because he’s gay but because I like the word, it rolls off the tongue easily and he finds it funny. I’m sorry if that offends genuine faggots - oops! I mean homosexuals.
I missed my turning through the very annoying contraflow in Nottingham city center yesterday because my head was inadvertently looking at the blonde in a mini skirt & killer heels. Would’ve been rude not to imo
I'm not proud of it but it had to go. ill just have to live with it now, the view is much better now though.
Yep, creap round in the dark on hands and knees, wack a few hatchet marks around the base and poor a bit of stump killer in the cuts, I knocked a few copper nails in for good measure, sit back and watch the leaves drop off over the next few weeks.
Forgive me bretheren for I have sinned. It has been seven days since I last partook of the Ducati experience. Please dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians.
One heck of a sin you did there mate, hypocrisy, not sure that’s forgivable without 15 days in a studded leg strap