Frothers Unite! UK

We've just had the most amazing hail storm.
The sky was all purple, black and gold, like a bruise; and the wind was blowing like a bastard.
Absolutely stunning. The world is an amazing place and we are all victims of its apparent simplicity.

You laying on your back in a meadow with the scent of spring in your nostrils staring up at the sky spending special time with the ruler again Humph?

when you say Ruler, you mean cock?

mcfonz wrote:You laying on your back in a meadow with the scent of spring in your nostrils staring up at the sky spending special time with the ruler again Humph?

Nothing quite so bucolic.
I was walking down Canterbury high street attempting the impossible - buying a man's casual shirt that isn't checked. I fucking hate checked shirts, which means I'm pretty much fucked.

I know what you mean. You end up looking like a '90's "townie".

It's that or a tartan casual lumberjack sort these days apparently.

pair of twats... this isnt a fucking shirts forum.

cunts.









I wear checked shirts almost exclusively...

Do any of them resemble a 1950's table cloth?

Still if it's any consolation we are getting a blustery day with outbreaks of sunshine and the odd smattering of raindrops. It's been rather nice here the last few days, sunshine gently warming us from our winter slumber. The signs of life beginning to creep back into the foliage.

And I'm sat in my mancave painting terrain for Salute - or at least I was until Humph posted.

Super Humphrey wrote:

mcfonz wrote:You laying on your back in a meadow with the scent of spring in your nostrils staring up at the sky spending special time with the ruler again Humph?

Nothing quite so bucolic.
I was walking down Canterbury high street attempting the impossible - buying a man's casual shirt that isn't checked. I fucking hate checked shirts, which means I'm pretty much fucked.

Try shopping somewhere other than George at Asda, Primark or Matalan and you should be fine.

Or perhaps he could try and find a tailor to craft custom shirts for him...

Noooo... fuck shirts. Wear t-shirts. Flat colours, no stamps.

It's been pissing down here all day, and blowing a hoolie

I don't like checked shirts either, they're worn by cunts. And loud Americans.

That's probably tautology.