Howmanheyman

Well someone was going to post this sooner or later.

Anyone else see this shite in the Express? That's the story in full. Top editing by the anonymous 'Reporter'.

Here's the lass asking the questions; (I think).

I'm going along with whatever Accadacca's prediction is.

Last time I paid money to get chased round Leeds it was 1-1 and Cole scored for us. The people chasing and being chased were pretty fucking scary to be fair.

1984, Daley Thompson, Carl Lewis and Whitney Houston. I'd have have been 11. Never really been interested in it to be honest.

He's been caught on youtube ASKING to be chased. Andrew today; [media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWbZzRvIXm8&feature=related[/media]

Done. (She's a lass if it helps people answer).

Stuck in fucking work, mate. You win!!

I once saw a naked man run in the chinkees in Walkergate, jump on the counter, cock in hand and tell the lass to "Batter this!"

That's fair enough comment, Andrew. Oh, before I forget, I've got some magic beans if you fancy swapping a cow or something else for them? No pressure.

Never seen one but did see a mushroom at dinner time.

:lol: Hang on a minute, you're paying £24 to go to different parts of a city to be be told random tales off someone?

Really? Well done, you.

'Trouser control' The amount of times I had to discreetly use a folder or book so as not to show the babies arm holding an apple in my school pants was unreal.

Before I had a car and when I worked in the town I would be guaranteed to either fall asleep on the metro after a nightshift or get a stotter on. Sometimes both.

Don't know why it's come to mind, but I used to be unlucky timing wise at getting a random hard on sitting in class when I was a teenager. It would always happen about 5-10 mins before the lesson was finished and I had to frantically think of Margaret Thatcher so's to not display my 'bonk on' to my classmates. Well it is a general random thread.

I blame Fraser. Bad influence.

I find thist post a bit drunk. Rob, You don't know beasts you unleash, mate.

Saw 'Katy Perry, part of me' this afternoon. I didn't get to see any of the parts of her I wanted but the bairns enjoyed it.

He was humping Magenta de vine or Janet street Porter, (I always mix them up) and that prob played a big part, (ooh-er) in him getting the telly gig.

It's either Stevie taking a pic of himself after a night out or the Geordie Lezza, Hufty.

Married this plonker; Mike Smith, pictured advertising BskyB about 1990-ish after the BBC work dried up.

LakeBellsTits Fatha, wasn't he?