Ah well, fun's over for a couple of hours. MrsKW has tied me down to agreeing to watch Sex and the city with her, she;s already seen it but wants to watch it with me too.....
:yawn:
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Ah well, fun's over for a couple of hours. MrsKW has tied me down to agreeing to watch Sex and the city with her, she;s already seen it but wants to watch it with me too.....
:yawn:
She has absolutely no taste whatso ever.
Where's my green?
gave it to ya already!
Nope.
And S&C is great. Her choice of company stinks.
:):):):)
Enjoy the film. Sure you love Sex and the City. :)
I cant think of a worse film to watch. Sarah Jessica Parker, minger and talentless.
^Agreed on all counts.
so whats it about then , KW , you sensitive new age guy ?
Quite attractive buttocks.Quote:
Originally Posted by melvbot
^horse faced munter!
concurQuote:
Originally Posted by jizzybloke
too skinny!Quote:
Originally Posted by jandajoy
yes I am !Quote:
Originally Posted by baldrick
besides, this is worth soooooo much brownie points!
yes, but nice buttocks......Quote:
Originally Posted by jizzybloke
And the sequel to "The Sisterhood of the Pants" naturally entitled "Sisterhood of the Pants 2" has just come out to the theaters. Sounds like a girls night out...
you're right - red is similar to brown - have a pointQuote:
Originally Posted by kingwilly
KW takes a man to admit he's been pussywhipped??
I didn't know that apes creeped :)Quote:
Originally Posted by kingwilly
power of the pussy hey willey, easy just sneak a 5mll valium and you,ll be snoreing and annoying her in no time, she,ll never ask you again, and don,t forget the drool that always works:ourrules:
Breakfast at Tiffany's always works for me.
I'm more 'The Breakfast Club' than 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' :(
I dont need valium to do that mate.Quote:
Originally Posted by nedwalk
and no it doesn't work... means i'm in trouble.
I have watched 'P.S. I Love You' 4 times now and I have still never seen the end (which I am not too worried about).
It is the girlie movie which I suggest to poor unsuspecting overseas students as an enticement to come over and watch a DVD.
Little do they suspect my fiendish plan to ply them with deceptively large glasses of wine and try (with varying degrees of success) to wrestle their jeans off before half-time.
Trying to look surprised when the romantic lead guy dies after 10 minutes is beginning to stretch my limited acting range.