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• #52
Yellow
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• #54
Chicken
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• #56
I want fighting
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• #57
You want a slap
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• #58
with a handbag
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• #59
I fight you
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• #60
Both
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• #61
Go ride your bike
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• #62
Fuck bikes. I'm going drinking in Parsons Green. Come.
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• #63
Sorely tempted, except I don't drink and am spending the day indoors doing nothing on purpose.
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• #64
I promise you a disappointing time
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• #65
Ha! that's my life atm anyway
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• #66
Come to Hackney.
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• #67
Not going to happen, we have Hatfield Solidarity.
I second that.
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• #68
Come to Hackney.
I'm depressed, I don't want to be made suicidal!
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• #69
Have a G&T.
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• #70
You wouldn't want to get malaria on a day like today.
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• #71
Think I'll have a coffee. Don't have gin,or tonic or ice.
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• #72
Ha! that's my life atm anyway
Seriously... Come for a weak handshake and awkward conversation.
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• #73
^^You will tell us if you develop any symptoms like sore muscles, won't you?
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• #74
If I wasn't otherwise occupied (or about to be), I'd be well up for a weakshake and some awkwersation.
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• #75
I thought that this thread was supposed to be about fighting and not about giving each other limp clammy handshakes.
RPM, if it is malaria, you will be related, by blood, to Cheryl Cole. That should please you.
Not going to happen, we have Hatfield Solidarity.