LOTW..........................

Oh you cant gus I had a hard on the length of Princess street last night when I got a 400, a 500 hunner would have me change my boxer shorts

Barry, I have a 23 and 20 year old boys, both are in Amsterdam this weekend, but when they are at home the noise they make after 2am would wake the deaf, usually with some wee dirty that I would give a lung to bang

Piff

I remember the time my Dad caught me in the sack with this burd about 20 at the time. He walked in and never said a word.. he eventually mumbled "get that girl a taxi"

Piff

Piff, Barry

Barry your da sounds way more classy than me

I only worry in case the bird turns the immersion on for a wash and forgets to turn it off, I cannae get to sleep until I check No idea how many times me and Mrs P have heard one of them say "you gotta go home, my parents don't like someone staying"

As if I gie a feck, might bump into them in the morning in their undies going to the bog

Piff id chance your arm if I were you mate.. you had the son now try the Da

Barry, way ahead of you there

My youngest has a wee bird who I swear is like a taller version of Michelle Keegan the barmaid from Coronation Street, absolutely lush so she is

Anyway, when he was in the bog washing his hair for a night out I went through to introduce myself, I was to be fair nuggets, she was sitting on his bed, in I stroll and fall onto the same bed, it was at that point I realised I had a vest, a pair of indecently wee shorts and for some reason only one sock one

Suffice to say she is now scared of me and he thinks I am a nonce

G'night man

Barry, you too mate, be lucky