My birthday last week produced bottles of Bowmore, Jura, Penderyn, Cardhu and Christmas is coming to stock up further 😀.
Unfortunately the current situations are encouraging excess consumption - though tonight is one of our abstinence nights 🙁.
My birthday last week produced bottles of Bowmore, Jura, Penderyn, Cardhu and Christmas is coming to stock up further 😀.
Unfortunately the current situations are encouraging excess consumption - though tonight is one of our abstinence nights 🙁.
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
You don't have a lifejacket you need servicing do you? I could come down on businessOriginally Posted by molehill
Richard Taylor
"William Tell could take an apple off your head. Taylor could take out a processed pea."
Sid Waddell
You will be the first I call upon if ever I do.
Wheeze will remember the gentleman fell runners (steam bunny event) all stopping at our house for whisky tasting and they were riding bikes!
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
Ah yes, GFRCEA! ....Gentlmens Fell Running, Cycling and Epicurean Adventure. It just so happened that not long after whisky tasting at chez moley we faced the fastest prolonged downhill cycle of the whole event. Wheeeeeee!🤪
Drowning in liquor, with a faulty life-jacket. Sounds like a line from a country song.You don't have a lifejacket you need servicing do you? I could come down on business
The Handsome family would do that storyline proud.
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
I wasn't aware of them, thanks. It seems my foray into country may be expanding after Mrs Noel recently introduced me to The Dead South.
They can be pretty dark, but make me chuckle at the same time, like Bottomless Hole
My name I don't remember, though, I hail from Ohio
I had a wife and children, good tires on my car
What took me from my home and put me in the earth
Was the mouth of a deep, dark hole I found behind my barn
We'd been filling it with garbage as long as you could count
Kitchen scraps and dead cows, tractors broken down
But never did I hear one thing hit the ground
And slowly I came to fear that this was a bottomless hole
I went out behind the barn and stared down in that hole
Late into the evening my mind would not let go
So I got out my ropes and a rusty claw-foot tub
And I rigged myself a chariot to ride down in that hole
My wife, she did help me, she fed me down the ropes
And then I sank away from the surface of this world
With the last rope pulled tight, I had not reached the end
And in anger I swung there, down in that dark abyss
So I got out my knife, I told my wife goodbye
I cut loose from the ropes and fell on down that hole
And still I am there falling down in this evil pit
But until I hit the bottom, I won't believe it's bottomless
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
Spent last night watching the Baggies with a bottle or two of Bathams and a bag of the local butcher's pork scratchings. Perhaps I'm a bit more yamyam than I think....
....and a glutton for punishment
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