Every so often I meet with a couple of mates and we go to the pub or someplace and sort out life. It’s very cathartic and I’d recommend it to anyone. So I turned up at mate no.1’s house and expected a cup of coffee, maybe some biccies and a right old chin-wag. Bit of a surprise when he said to mate no.2 and I, “You fancy going over to the Island on a speedboat?”. To which we replied in the affirmative of course. “How about now?” he said. Now that was
A spare rib is a wonderful thing
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