If you say you haven’t, you are, quite simply, a fibber. I am actually pretty much certain everyone does this on a daily basis. If not, you’re all weird. I recently attended a wedding, which inevitably led to this situation. Do I wear the dress that is just a little tight but looks incredibly hot, […]
Yes, I spell it with a u because, well, there’s a u in it. Just like colour. As an artistically adorned lady myself with several tattoos, I admire the bravado of my boy Wuss. But I feel he would probably regret this one. ‘A Papercut Before Dishonour’ is not quite as hardcore as ‘Death Before Dishonour’, […]
I assure you, golf is much more entertaining when played in this way. Though I do believe my own mother would kill me for saying so, the poor little golf orphan that I have been for many a long year. Apologies for our lateness today by the way, the boys and I have spent all […]
For those of you as yet still not terribly familiar with Wuss ‘n Boots (gosh darn it you’d better get a little more cosy with them people), Wuss (the short one) is in fact grey. This hideous incident involving spray tans (and hideous it is, I do assure you) did in fact come from a […]
So we all know my boys like to poke fun at the seemingly little things in life, and sometimes the simpler the better. This joke may be ridiculous but we dare you not to chuckle a little. At least these boys can admit when they are simply taking the piss! Actually, sometimes I feel the […]
We should be allowed to dream….
Yes, it’s true, these boys are in fact terribly British. They see a queue- it must be joined. They drink tea and nibble biscuits. Boots reads his broadsheets every Sunday. Confused? Many still try to get their heads around Wuss ‘n Boots. Are they pet cats? They claim the fact they are cats is irrelevant, […]
So I confess. I am terrible at spelling. I know. You would think I was great at everything I do, which is generally the case, but the arrangement of letters in the correct order within a word seems to escape me. And anything I suffer, my boys suffer also. To be fair the word genius […]
Greetings from En-ger-land (I guess we shouldn’t mock the many hardened footie blokes who now sit weeping into their beers in the pub after the miserable defeat we suffered at the hands of the Germans, but still…it’s really quite hilarious). As you may guess, Wuss, Boots and myself detest football. However, they do love certain […]
The boys have informed me (as the demanding English divas they most certainly are) that they are ready to knock your socks off come Sunday. In fact, not just your socks, your entire collective arrangement of clothing, accessories included. Perhaps wear sturdy underwear? Or ensure you’re well preened for nudity. More teasing posts to come soon […]