Just ask yourself this

When a bloke phones you up and says he is going out to look at a
replacement bike for his existing machine and then tells you it is about
as far removed as it can get from his R1 but he won't tell you what it
is, would you accept an invitation to sit on his sofa?

 

It's yer basic grooming innit.
He's going to tell you about something small. And throbby.

To summarise.

No.

 

He's never invited never invited me to his area of London, let alone
his sofa.

 

BGN wrote

Well you know what they say mate, "god hates poofs".

 

Scraggy wrote

I do have to confess that he did. I suppose really that it is up to him
to come clean about it, not my place really iykwim.

 

Is Whinging Courier God?

 

Please Go... please Nooooo!

 

Can't be, he's male.

Ali

 

BGN wrote

For a very loose definition of god and then only possibly.

 

And white.

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, steve auvache belched forth and ejected the
following:

I already told you it wasn't a scooter, you ****.

 

Was that a bite? <G>

 

And not Alanis Morissette.

 

YM he's /your/ god?

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, platypus belched forth and ejected the following:

I feel sick.

 

LOL.
Touche!

Dave