The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Flat on your back on the floor?
Haha I'll try that when I want my goolies kicked!
Of course you can always retaliate with "Goodness, you're almost bald now, I'd never noticed."
Reminds me of the story that someone's ex once told him over his shoulder, as he was striving to fulfil his conjugal duties, 'that ceiling really needs some paint'.
another piece of inspirational life long advice from your other half... I love this stuff :-)
I'm not familiar with Eric Morecambe, but my husband has made this remark about my legs on occasion:)Catching up today after my company has left...sorry about your crumble, but congrats on the weight loss--I'm impressed with your willpower, Liz! My company was actually a blogging friend from the UK, and what a wonderful time we had! She fell in love with Sophie and wanted to smuggle her home on the plane. I wouldn't have allowed it, of course, but all the same I was glad Sophie doesn't have her passport:)
Playfulness will get you far with some women , I've heard . Though not necessarily the one you've got your eye on .
He nearly was after that comment, james.You should, jams.I should have done, nick.Well, we've all thought that at some time, haven't we, shirl?!You really need a different source of inspiration, furtheron!Rose, when Katney came over here to visit, I think George would have gone with her quite happily! I'm glad you managed to hang on to Sophie.It just got him a slap, Sonata.
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