Rule number 1- NO pooftas! The only things that gets a ride on these knees are shapely young thangs with a predominance of estrogen and no dangly bits in the antarctic region!
Rule number 2- I don't want to see anyone not drinking
, especially when I buy a round to wet down crowns that are 18 months old!
Rule number 3- NO pooftas! Did I mention the male exclusion zone surrounding my knees? (Well, all right, Rob C's boy Jessie is allowed to climb on the crazy uncle and so is my nephew Jack but they are 3 and 2 respectively... they still think its just to pee with! :idea:
Rule number 4- I don't want to see anyone maltreating the abbos, so after leering at and chatting up Gracie's lovelies; tip BIG!
Rule number 5- NO pooftas! The air defence weapons control order for my knees is "weapons tight"- engage all targets not positively identified as female
Rule number 6- There is no rule number 6!
Rule number 7- NO pooftas- Alex, that shirt your wife convinced you was "salmon" is PINK, dammit, so stop wearing it. You're giving all ROTTERS a bad name
Rob: Try to get us a blank wall and I'll do the slide show. The polite one with no nekkid pictures!
Ken Scobie will join us too.
Cheers!
Mike (not Mad Mike... he was a pussy!)