Reprographics - The repro man blog

Ah Luci, that was fucking perfect mate.

Thanks mate!

He produced a sandwich from his pocket. Inside was a pair of crisp, white, cotton panties.

This was very confusing at first, but I like the idea of someone keeping panties fresh between a couple of slices of Hovis white. Great story as always.

up north that's called a butty

Ha ha!! I missed the word 'bag'!!
What a tit I am!

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, loved it.

I'm sure you were special to her, after all she went for a drink with you, which, at least time wise, is a considerably bigger investment than the quick hand shandies she was giving out to the rest of the factory.

Kind of you mate, but I came to the conclusion long ago that she just loved wanking cocks.
nothing wrong with that, live and let live.
I reckon I avoided the grimmest Friendzoning in the world.

I got off lucky.
Still, a wank from the champ would have been nice.

Still, a wank from the champ would have been nice.

Ah, the best wank is always gonna be the one you didn't get. Isn't there some old saying to that effect? You know, birds and hands and whatnot.

Nice to see that in here the consistency never fails.

Cheers @marcom - I do my best.

Hardly.

It's true. My stories usually have a 'happy ending'.

And you do great you know why?

Because you're not doing.. you just let out what it's you, or part of you.
And so the consistency and longevity of your authenticity it's guaranteed, not tiredness is accumulated on the trying too hard, and so you never fail.

Typical of real artists.

I was thinking as I read today's magnificent work, "I really want this to have a happy ending, but then it wouldn't be GL if it did". I wasn't quite expecting that kind of happy ending though.

Wow! Cheers for that! I'm a bit flustered now!

This reminds me of my favourite joke of all time.

I don't have many wins in life, but then again, none of us do. The only way to guarantee not to fail is not to try.
Makes the wins all the sweeter.

I must write about my conversations with my son on the school run. He's ten. They are pure gold. A ten year old's wisdom wipes the floor with any adult perspective.

This reminds me of my favourite joke of all time.

Let's have it!

What the difference between an egg and a wank?

You can't beat a wank...

gets coat

FRIDAY!

Here's a Fucking Amazing Dave story:

The Pink Panther

I cant help but feel this one was just a vehicle for the phrase

belmed off my napper on twift

Hahahahahahaaaaa!!! Fuckin' brilliant!

(Fairly glaring error in the third line though: "Esteemed colleagues"!)

It's a phrase that needs airing occasionally.

Yeah, I wondered if I was stretching it a bit there!

Ace, ta.