Welcome to the NEW AND ***OFFICIAL*** Friday night with G L O V E S thread

[*** G L O V E S ***National Legend]

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S'up

[Valley TrashGlobal Superstar]

Panic over, just come back from the bog and 'remembered' where the mini babybels were

[*** G L O V E S ***National Legend]

What on earth happened last night? WOW!

[Valley TrashGlobal Superstar]

One too many Cherry Bs and things got a little crazy with the lazy susan... the next thing you know there was buffet nosh fecking everywhere... Then we cracked open the 8 balls and Angel Dust

[RhysGlobal Superstar]

Is there a reason why my username is showing up as red on the main forum?

Just a nice little added touch- a username turns red when you have clicked on it. Just to make you feel special.

[*** G L O V E S ***National Legend]

I still haven't recovered from last night. Mental lads

[Colonel CardiffiNational Legend]

Officer Crabtree conducted himself disgracefully. First I saw him huffing gold paint from a bread bag and then he made some insufferable remarks about my wife's appearance.

[Valley TrashGlobal Superstar]

Officer Crabtree conducted himself disgracefully. First I saw him huffing gold paint from a bread bag and then he made some insufferable remarks about my wife's appearance.

What happened next is the thing of legend however I regret to say we had the donkey put down and the dwarf will never regain the sight in his right eye. The synchronised swimming girls are having counselling and the priest who attended the scene to administer the last rights to the lady who had the asthma attack over her walking frame will now appearing at Minskys on a a Thursady night as regular booking. All the coy carp are dead and I wouldn't eat the next batch of Sidoli's raspberry ripple ice cream if you know what's good for you.

[Colonel CardiffiNational Legend]

Officer Crabtree conducted himself disgracefully. First I saw him huffing gold paint from a bread bag and then he made some insufferable remarks about my wife's appearance.

What happened next is the thing of legend however I regret to say we had the donkey put down and the dwarf will never regain the sight in his right eye. The synchronised swimming girls are having counselling and the priest who attended the scene to administer the last rights to the lady who had the asthma attack over her walking frame will now appearing at Minskys on a a Thursady night as regular booking. All the coy carp are dead and I wouldn't eat the next batch of Sidoli's raspberry ripple ice cream if you know what's good for you.

Sounds very much like a jolly well rip-roaring time was had by all, what?

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