Anything goes in The Snug, General Discussion's rebellious little brother. An off-topic den of iniquity where any subject not covered elsewhere may be discussed. Well, anything except golf, Star Wars and Arsenal.
The softy side of me - I love nothing more than the cheeky grins, slyness and giggles of my 1 and 3yr old as I catch them up to no good.. always brings a smile to my face, even if they have just smeared s*** into my sofa..
The horny side of me - I work in airport security and every day I see lovely ladies on their way to holiday/hen dos etc.. I make those same noises now, which I've never done before.. I'm constantly muttering absolute stunner, Jesus Christ! Are you taking the piss?! As I see these goddesses walking towards me.. I even sneak in the occasional I love you to the non English speaking ones
rare as rockinghorse shat wrote:I bloody love perving over unsuspecting women.
Young barmaid in the pub I was in earlier had a cracking backside (boat was ok too). When we’d finished our meals she leant over to take the plates and I got a very good close up look at it. It’s the little things
White Goodman wrote:
I actually find myself uttering a noise nowadays when I see something mildly magnificent. I think it is an age thing as I never used to do it.
Same here, I sound like someone off a Carry On film........
pablo jaye wrote:
A work colleague and I were discussing a lovely lady in our office, who he described her quite remarkable rack as a dead heat in a zeppelin race!!
We have two colleagues with the same name. One is petite and is known as 'curly' (because of her hair). The other is larger and is known as 'airbags'
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Leering at some extremely fecund senoritas earlier today as I made my way round a Moorish Andalusian village. Those hilly streets don’t half help develop their legs and no mistake:
-DL- wrote:I had a rather jolly nice female get on my bus today, and I mean she was proper nice and I actually said 'wow' out loud and she heard me :shock:
She said 'excuse me?' and I blagged it saying I just caught my finger on the dashboard and said ow
You got away with that DL, but admit it, it was really your knob you caught, on the dashboard!
I applied for a PGCE to train as a Maths Teacher to start in September.
My Boss wrote a reference that just made me cry in appreciation. Blew my mind. The greatest person I have ever had as a manager; He is 60+ years old, runs marathons and is one of them people you know would be with you in a trench. It makes you go the extra mile knowing that sort of certainty.
If I could stay doing this job forever, helping/mentoring 18-24 year olds with mental health problems, then I would do it. I love every single minute of going into work, and that is something that money can never buy after 9+ years at the local Council which caused a mental breakdown, sectioning and repeated bullying from senior management.
Sadly, our funding runs out next March, so I have to move on. If I am accepted onto the PGCE, I will cry my eyes out on my last day at work.
The blazing sun setting over the Sierra Nevadas, sipping 2014 Rioja with my wife, full of bbq, listening to Jamiroquai, with my eldest daughter playing in the pool. I am a very lucky man.
