I can't believe Heath's obvious flatulence problem is being dragged into this when clearly Bronster Is down wind from Birchy's 'funky cold medina' trackies. I can just hear Bronster now " I love the smell of man scent in the morning, it smells like, oh my god that is horrendous, medic, medic, woman down, woman down!!!"
Tuesday 25th September
gassed, Bron?
ReplyDeleteMore like off my face , Frith !
ReplyDeleteMindy says: Bronster, only you could rock a gas mask!!
ReplyDeleteI've never been more turned on.
ReplyDeleteSnipes , had you been there , you would not have been safe
ReplyDeleteDid Heath fart again Bron???
ReplyDeleteI can't believe Heath's obvious flatulence problem is being dragged into this when clearly Bronster Is down wind from Birchy's 'funky cold medina' trackies. I can just hear Bronster now " I love the smell of man scent in the morning, it smells like, oh my god that is horrendous, medic, medic, woman down, woman down!!!"
ReplyDeleteNo guys - it was nothing as highbrow as that. This is what the Forensics call an "auto-erotic manoeuvre"
ReplyDeleteSo how come we don't get to do erotic stuff in the 6.30am class? Oh, hang on.....Micko and I had 'fun' with the big blue lifting belt yesterday :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd will someone PLEASE return the bike seats? If you put them back, nothing more will be said.
ReplyDeleteThey're back on now Snipes ... but we eked it out as long as we could .
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