I wish....but don't think his new wfe would be too happy...

Two's company.



Three's a menage de trois

I'm not sure that she'd know, unless, she saw the cut up pieces of yellow pages in his undies that you'd hurled into the air as the snake was let out of the cage.



That's how I got caught anyhow.

Now I am disappointed you wear undies at the game. I thought you were more of a lothario than that.

Goodness gracious, of course I wear underpants to the game. Heaven forbid Warrington score a decent try, I jump up & down, you've got half a pound of your butchers finest bumping around.



As I've also advised you previously, you can be anywhere, and I mean anywhere and a 'voluntary' can strike. You get a lob on that you don't want, you've got to act fast, any form of underwear gives you something to play with (ahem.), get it tucked in, and off you go, they are none the wiser. If you've got shorts on, there's still a Toblerone shape lurking, that extra layer helps.

As previously stated, never waste good wood.

Mate, I thank you for the advice.



From now on, every time I can feel the babys arm coming up, I've made a pact with myself that I'm going to do something constructive with it.

Jesus Christ. Thank God Penny's not playing.

Are you talking about your own or the guy's who is pressing behind you in the South again?

fun size mars bar-tastic.

Great site lads.