Definately in the mood for something good tonight after another busy, shitty week at work.
How about:
Mrs Bucko fancied a chinese for tea tonight so we went to a chinees chippy near where we used to live. We haven't been there in years and the area is full of chavs now. It took about 15 minutes for our food and during that time the poor chinese lass had to deal with loads of ignorant, impatient chavs after their chips and gravy.
When we got our food she engaged us in conversation for another ten minutes. It was like she hadn't had a friendly face in there for ages.
I hate the way this country is going to shit.
The food was bloody good though. As always, Mrs Bucko ended up with the best one and I wanted it.
I didn't get any. Mrs Bucko is very territorial about her food. All I got for my troubles was a couple of fork marks in my hand.
I'm not sure what the significance of the footballer is on that last one???
Check out the footwork on this guy. I bet he pulls 'em.
Isn't that just typical of MC Hammer at the end. For shame.
I had a request from my good mate Brickbat for this evening but i just cant find it. You're gonna have to give me some more to go on, you crazy bastard.
It's off to the pub in a couple of hours to kick some arse at pool. Have a good Friday!
Well MrB?
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