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Where are the floating turds?
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Where are the floating turds?
...condoms, disposable bbq's and junkies?!Where are the floating turds?
It’s also a seaside city in the south east of England whose beaches are renowned for their rich mix of needles, johnnies and turdsBrighton Beach is a neighborhood in Brooklyn that is on the water. It is also decidedly not a vacationing spot.
If Brighton had a beach like that, then living down the road, I'd spend a lot more time there.
Instead, it's all fucking stony and full of weirdos!
I believe youjust sayin I don't follow it, just came up on my timeline.
(I have too much pride so I had to get that out there ??)
Brighton UK is actually really nice, just has a pebble beach (man made to stop erosion)Brighton Beach is a neighborhood in Brooklyn that is on the water. It is also decidedly not a vacationing spot.
where are you from? Market Harborough?It’s also a seaside city in the south east of England whose beaches are renowned for their rich mix of needles, johnnies and turds
Looks like Formentera to me....Where are the floating turds?
Originally the south east- got up to all sorts of nonsense in Brighton in my youth. Under the piers was especially grimwhere are you from? Market Harborough?
Not a high rise in site.Looks like Formentera to me....
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Being a football fan is such a weird experience. I’m a 32 year old with kids, mortgage, wife, etc. Yet I’m constantly refreshing a thread (and feeling nervous) about a player who ive never seen play as the wisdom of the masses says he could be a vital to us taking the next step. Incredible when you think about it objectively
Are you now satisfied? I thought not. Do yourself a favour and go out and do a barbecued bear or something. Nothing to see round here.I'm the same- I have two kids, a boy- 6 and a girl- 2- just add 19 years to your age and there we are.
I was just vacationing in Vermont (beautiful state in New England in case you're not American)-- we're talking mountains, trees, rivers...just pure gorgeousness-- and what am I doing the minute I get back to the cabin? You guessed it: straight away to the Transfer Rumors thread. And then three hours on it (basically my entire evening), each and every night.
I'm sick.
Oh, and a bit sad.
Originally the south east- got up to all sorts of nonsense in Brighton in my youth. Under the piers was especially grim
I wasn’t cottaging, you filthy bastard, so noWow- hope you used mouthwash mate.