What a great trip it seems.
Dog Biscuit (sense a postman on the drive)!!!
woof!! woof!!
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What a great trip it seems.
Dog Biscuit (sense a postman on the drive)!!!
woof!! woof!!
dreamt a fight and saw two great ghosts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXusbLh17uw
Job Biscuit (god rest their souls)!!!
eh!! eh!!
I don't like talking cash...but I have enoughπ
Just one big last night to cover what I have spent....would it surprise you I get special treatment due to who I am and whom I have connection tooπ¬
Job Biscuit (that's all he has to say on the matter)!!
eh!! eh!!π€
Just put $10,000 on Barcelona to win by 10 goals...minimum bet when I'm on me holidays
Job Biscuit (10k baby)!!
eh!! eh!!π
Pictures and evidence otherwise you live at home with your mum.
This is an entertaining Thread, who do we got here? Floyd mayweather junior junior uncle from the uk or what? As master says, pics or it didn't happened, make it a movie as brook does, so you can't steal your friends Facebook photos ;)
Of course she is, she's Italian!!!;D;D I'll give you a couple of little lines to help you out mate.
"Tu sei proprio brutta e voglio mette 'o pesce n'moka"(pronounced too say propreeoh broota ay voylio metteh oo pish un mocha.)
Follow that with " Io sono un grande cornuto come tuo padre." (Pronounced eeoh sono oon grand cornooto komeh too oh padre.)
Job biscuit (she'll be like putty in your hands!!! ;). )
eh!! eh!!
pictures of her tits.
Peyote worn off yet? ;D
**UPDATE** **UPDATE** **UPDATE**
I can tell you all that the Italian beauty found Elvis...lol
Job Biscuit (and Elvis was very happy)!!π
eh!! eh!!
Elvis is dead.
Hey Otley, don't worry about the "suspicious minds" , you arrived on your "Mystery Train" and checked into "heartbreak hotel" with your "Blue Suede Shoes" on, you little "Hound dog!"
"viva Las Vegas", I bet "you're a heartbreaker". Did she say "treat me nice"? I bet a "hunk of Love" like you said to her "are you lonesome tonight?" . She "can't help falling in love with you"! I bet you said, "that's all right" as long as you "Love me tender", cos this little "Teddy bear" is "all shook up", so "don't be cruel" to me.
I can see you know , gently caressing her under the "blue moon" and asking her for "a little less conversation, little more action please!" before you go "way down!" then the Bed will "Shake,rattle and roll!"
It's "always on my mind" that if you don't do it your way, do it "my way".
Then, when this is all over, you'll be sending her "love letters" , and they'll keep coming back with "return to sender, address unknown" on them because she has a "Wooden Heart!"
Poor old Otley!
Job Biscuit (Boom! 25 song titles, beat that!)
eh!! eh!!
Whats a Job Biscuit? Can you please enlighten me? Next time I go to Vegas I'm just gonna see shows and go to clubs...last time I spent the whole time gambling.:p
No problem. A Job Biscuit is a token which indicates when you go to lunch. Each biscuit has a number 3, 4, or 5 on it which indicates the hour in your shift you eat. Obviously, there is a lot of biscuit trading going on, which is OK as long as your department isn't left unstaffed. Always glad to help.ππΌ
Elvis, that's cool and I bet she did raise him from the dead. Lol
I'm not one to brag, but I've always referred to mine as 'Little Hulk'. π
When are you going to hit the pool? I have this picture in my mind of you setting in one of those floating chairs, with a pitcher sized Vodka Tonic and a fat cigar, living it up like King Farouk. Don't forget the pics!
Just bumped into Will Smith....nice bloke...but he wants to buy my ticket...he can't get a ticket any where...I told him where to go...never seen such a sad face on him, literally crying in is orange juice...lol
Job Biscuit ( begging for a ticket....sorry fella)!!π
eh!! eh!!π
Missed all the action last night, otherwise engaged (if you know what I mean)...lol
Hopefully get off to the MGM tonightπ
Job Biscuit (Elvis put in a good performance last night so not all was lost}!!π
eh!! eh!!π
Quoted by Mr Otley's butler Barkley
Mr Otley has been accused of a misdemeanor, he does not want to get into it but there was no evidence that Mr Otley was in an illegal brothel when in fact he was only asking directions to the local masseur.
This is a formality and when the Judge listens to what Mr Otley has to say he will be released without prosecution.
Job Biscuit (he didn't do this)!!!
eh!! eh!!
Barkley,
Please let Mr Otley know we are confident this unpleasant mistake will be cleared up post haste. We expect him back on the strip immediately and we are looking to his further adventures in Vegas. By the way, can you tell us if he happened to get any pics while he was asking directions?
Sincerely, Saddo Boxing <(;-})
OK dicks I'm out...that judge was a proper bell end....what a waste of my time!!
Any how off to get bladder!!
Nearly had to call Duane 'Dog' Chapman for advice....but got a fine and that is fine by me!!!π
Job Biscuit (idiot) eh!! eh!!π
Tell us the truth, you got bummed in jail. We will not think any less of you.
To be fair apart from a tranny trying to chat me up it was OK in there....just glad I'm back on the over side and chilling at the pool with a fruit juice....might just stay at the casino and stay out of trouble....weigh-in tomorrow and don't want to miss thatπ
Job Biscuit (reading my complimentary boxing mag)!!π
eh!! eh!!
Up early....going for a run...i'm pumped
Job Biscuit (this is it)!!!!
eh!! eh!!
it was such a nice run running up and down the Las Vegas strip...checking out all the iconic buildings...brilliant!!
apart from the smelly street people it was a hoot!!
any how going to get a shower and chill out until my butler gets the limo ready for me to get to the weight in later
Barkley is such a good servant....cycled while I ran the strip
Job Biscuit (need to get some food...i'm starving)!!!
eh!! eh!!
I seem to have misplaced a post, so I'll repeat it and see what happens.
The judge wasn't interested in what you had to say, that's not surprising for this week, he's probably a real busy man.
I'm glad to see you're taking in the entire Vegas experience. lol
I spent 30 days in a California county jail when I was 20. All it took was once for me, I've never been in one since, except to visit a friend and leave some money on their accounts.
I learned a few things in there, but the one that makes me laugh the most is how to say goodnight to a jailer anywhere in the world. First thing is to make sure they can't identify you, then as soon as the lights go out you scream, "Fuck your mother Officer Whatever, you son of a bitch!" The stupidity and absurdness of it makes me smile to this day. The jailer would say nothing or maybe, "Fuck you!"
The fight is getting close! The excitement is building! Who will win? Will the fight be good? Will it go the distance? Will we be surprised?
Job Biscuit (I can't wait!) eh! eh!