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"Wee sleekit, cowrin , tim’rous fuk Yir ten times better than a suk O, how I wish I had the luck Tae join yir prankin’. Instead o’ sittin’ here a’ day Fukin’ wankin’. Second line is poets’ licence. Not actually true. " Brilliant | |||
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"Some hae meets but willny meet Some hae nain but want it But we can meet and we will meet so let the Lord be thankit A wee fab twist to a rabbie burns poem Enjoy whatever your plans are this weekend folks " Was down visiting burns heritage yesterday in Dumfries. Great day out | |||
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"Some hae meets but willny meet Some hae nain but want it But we can meet and we will meet so let the Lord be thankit A wee fab twist to a rabbie burns poem Enjoy whatever your plans are this weekend folks " You don’t need to rewrite Burns, he wrote some right filthy stuff himself Oor gudewife’s sae modest, When she is set at meat, A laverock’s leg, or a tittlin’s wing, Is mair than she can eat; But, when she’s in her bed at e’en, Between me an the wa’; She is a glutton deevil, She swallaes cocks an a’. The Bard’s own hand | |||
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"Some hae meets but willny meet Some hae nain but want it But we can meet and we will meet so let the Lord be thankit A wee fab twist to a rabbie burns poem Enjoy whatever your plans are this weekend folks You don’t need to rewrite Burns, he wrote some right filthy stuff himself Oor gudewife’s sae modest, When she is set at meat, A laverock’s leg, or a tittlin’s wing, Is mair than she can eat; But, when she’s in her bed at e’en, Between me an the wa’; She is a glutton deevil, She swallaes cocks an a’. The Bard’s own hand " Burns the dirty bastard x | |||
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"When sweaty Scotsmen feel the heat, And horny couples, couples meet, As single males are sending dicks, And folk begin to Fab your pics, While we sit yapping in the forum, And losing all sense of decorum, We think no on the ‘single’ guys, The married, wife and children; lies, That come between us and our dates, Our wasted coin on ‘Skyns’ and ‘Mates’, The candle scents, the lube that tingles, Oh, curse those wretched men: ‘Fab-singles’!" Beats rabbie burns hands down. Fuckin show off | |||
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"When sweaty Scotsmen feel the heat, And horny couples, couples meet, As single males are sending dicks, And folk begin to Fab your pics, While we sit yapping in the forum, And losing all sense of decorum, We think no on the ‘single’ guys, The married, wife and children; lies, That come between us and our dates, Our wasted coin on ‘Skyns’ and ‘Mates’, The candle scents, the lube that tingles, Oh, curse those wretched men: ‘Fab-singles’!" Round of applause from me for that one! | |||
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"When sweaty Scotsmen feel the heat, And horny couples, couples meet, As single males are sending dicks, And folk begin to Fab your pics, While we sit yapping in the forum, And losing all sense of decorum, We think no on the ‘single’ guys, The married, wife and children; lies, That come between us and our dates, Our wasted coin on ‘Skyns’ and ‘Mates’, The candle scents, the lube that tingles, Oh, curse those wretched men: ‘Fab-singles’!" Brilliant | |||
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"When sweaty Scotsmen feel the heat, And horny couples, couples meet, As single males are sending dicks, And folk begin to Fab your pics, While we sit yapping in the forum, And losing all sense of decorum, We think no on the ‘single’ guys, The married, wife and children; lies, That come between us and our dates, Our wasted coin on ‘Skyns’ and ‘Mates’, The candle scents, the lube that tingles, Oh, curse those wretched men: ‘Fab-singles’!" I'm killing myself laughing at that | |||
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