the real rumpus

Having another man in the room watching makes me hone my performance. One thing I'm most proud of with regards to my prowess is my erections. Even as i get older they show no sign of waning. And when im being watched i can tell the other man is jealous and that is extremely arousing for both myself and my (female) companion. It adds an element of phychology to the sex.

As long as everyone gets behind the real we have a chance. Support means SUPPORT

Used to look at my wifes face while she was sleeping, she looked so content. She knew she was lucky to have such a virile man. Good sex is like good wine, you need good company to get the most out of it. Some of the best sex i've had there was another man in the room, either watching me in action or joining me in penetrating the female. When sex becomes routine its nothing more than a chore.

Calderwood reasonably competent? Can i get your dealers number?  :dance: :dance:

Your low rating tells me your so far down the food chain you're harder worth the time of an established gent like myself. Toodle pip, peasant.

Reported

Well if it isn't Lencarl's lackey

To be a top red he should pledge his allegance to the dandies and forget about the taigs.

A good appointment, sure, but its a well established fact he's a lifelong tarrier

You were told before, hire a limo

Tell that to the mutants on afc chat 

Agree with the sentiment but dwelling on a performance like this is counter productive. Best putting it to bed. Onwards and upwards. As Garfunkel once sang ''the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind"  :dance:

Important not to overthink things, old friend. What will be will be. Thats one thing life has taught me.

Need to be looking at getting Hayes back on loan or Shankland from Ayr

I'd be more than obliging in helping him settle in

Pains me to say it but its a day to forget.Take a leaf out of my book tonight. Forget about football. In my case its been a night of good food, good music and good sex. Fitba hasn't even crossed my mind till i came back here and seen the usually greetin faces.

We can but dream.

Angela's Ashes by Frank Mccourt. Bleak and unflinching yet strangely erotic.

They had no passion today

Shite performance from both the players and the support today. No passion meant no future for McInnes at Pittodrie.

Get behind the team is what I'm talking about. Wheres the passion?

This is what happens when you don't get behind the team. Some of you need a long look in the mirror. Support meant SUPPORT

Only 3 points will suffice today, chaps. Unwilling to accept anything less.