Sweet Pete

In that case: Willie Gibson sucks cocks for money.

I enjoyed the novelty of oing to toddler groups and all that at first, but it did wear thin quickly. It's as though being a parent is literally the only part of some folks' lives and therefore the only topic of conversation they have.

A colleague asked me recently if I'd be taking my fortnight's summer holiday concurrently with my 2 week paternity leave. I told them honestly that if I was off for a whole month I'd never return. f**k knows how you'll manage going back after a year or so. I'd have completely lost the ability to give a shite about work. I worked from home for 6 months when my wife was pregnant with our first kid. Going back to working in an office again after that was murder, though the routine was nice I suppose.

I've got a wheelchair in the cellar...

I fancy that Maryhill away as well. One of my favourite grounds.

Hey, they didn't keep me in primary five for four years because I was stupid. My foot got caught in a radiator.

Dazzling MSPaint skillz.

Gies a shout and I'll meet you

Best of luck to Fraz. Shite club though.

Striker at left back? Whit?!

Chuffed with the January business thus far.

Thanks for the info

Dynamite. Cheers.

Stuart Carswell any good? Just signed for the Sons.

Haven't been able to get the club website to load for several days now.

Sweet Pete the third expected July. Dunno if we're actually having a boy or girl and we didn't name the first one Sweet Pete, but still.

Delighted people have cottoned on to my warning that WTM is Bible John. We can't afford to let him kill again.

It's cool that you dreamt of me.

You had your chance. You could have left the car and taken a carry out on the bouncy castle.

I took you to a party on Saturday! It's someone else's turn now.

You can come along with me to mine if you like, it's a day out on the 23rd with breakfast buffet and beers at 9am in the office, then into the city for a noon lunch booking, then ching, booze and strippers until we pass out. 20 of us going.

It's apparently four years today since me and KnightswoodBear became Facebook friends. I'm assuming the wee man is taking me out for dinner tonight to celebrate.

Do one, knobhead.