That lead us to who knows where.
That lead us to who knows where.
I'm not asking you to guess, silly. Though you may allready know. So on we go.
No no no! No jumpers here. That's right out. Slips trips an falls but no jumpers. It's not allowed. Parasailing maybe but do that at your own peril. With a west wind recall the Fitzgerald
The bays and the inlets for sportsmen.
The captain they say, might have made Whitefish Bay if he put fifteen more miles behind her.
Every days and endless stream of cigarettes and magazines. And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories and every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be Homeward Bound. I wish I was........
As a tull tune plays in the dim and distant days, glad I'm not a fat man.... people would think that I was just good fun.
That's a bonus. Assuming you don't need 4 bedrooms and given the placing of the toilets i assume the soil pipe is running central which pretty much means you can smack the up stairs around quite a lot. Big sea facing room .... i'm jealous. That won't take much to rework but your money should be spent on glazing the prevailing view and if you can do it, switch the drive to the back elevation and a lean to roof under which to park the beast.
PS
I'm not a builder just i've moved houses and renovated so many over 30 years of moving around.
^^ Fucking Gypo
Wherever i hang my Mate Bombilla.
EDIT
Met an Arge in 2004 on a visit who had FI issues, very angry and vocal in a resto late at night and we talked em though over a few days and a lot of wine and beef. I have a Mate set as a memory and he had a son and daughter i paid for and put up over a summer so they could see us Brits weren't the shits portrayed by their Govt, their father fought in the war and lost a brother. It was a trekking holiday for me whilst in the FI on business and a side holiday. Their father is dead now but we still talk, i was there in 2015 and treated like a king, bless em.
sorry shit piccy, bu this a Mate Gourd and Bombilla.
Last edited by NamPikToot; 23-06-2019 at 12:46 AM.
^ crack pipe?
New dog, French bulldog. Daughter named her Coco...
^ after the perfume?
Those dogs are retarded, like your old Pug on crack my brother had one called Dave who lived up to his name. If you have a pool be careful, they can't swim.
Didnt mean you Noober
But they are renowned for being thick as shit, stubborn and ugly as sin, so here are some simlarities
Oh and they are English not French.
The green area was a factory, warehousing and an assembly plant employing 300 well paid workers. Now one Mexican, 1 day a week, driving a Chinese lawnmower.
On the far side it was a fishing boat harbour with 100 inshore boats crewed by 5 men. Rushing out every morning and returning fully loaded the next evening. A days unloading and out again. The fish, processed at the quayside was salted and smoked then sold all over the state.
Now a handful of weekend sailors potter a few miles offshore for an afternoons "sport fishing" .
Progress.
Last edited by OhOh; 23-06-2019 at 05:15 PM.
A tray full of GOLD is not worth a moment in time.
^^
The Fish doesn't swim far from the lake.
Last edited by Neverna; 23-06-2019 at 07:26 PM.
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