(11/01/2014, 17:56)Hilary Briss Wrote: Is it THE wettest place in the world.

I was under the impression the 'wettest place' was Lady Briss's gusset after being pleasured by ones dexterous digets for an hour of foreplay before Lord Briss indulges coitis and lets loose his seed

(11/01/2014, 18:36)RussyRover Wrote:

(11/01/2014, 17:56)Hilary Briss Wrote: Poor Briss got soaked simply running from car to hostelry - then he finds his eye offended by the ugliest barmaid every to pull a pint south of Inverness. (and for those of you that have been to Inverness I can assure you this swamp donkey was one ugly spawn of beelzebub.)

So are you trying to convince us that you won't be doing her later?

Dear God man - do you think Mrs Briss would countenance such a thing !

(11/01/2014, 20:28)clitterbug Wrote:

(11/01/2014, 17:56)Hilary Briss Wrote: Is it THE wettest place in the world.

I was under the impression the 'wettest place' was Lady Briss's gusset after being pleasured by ones dexterous digets for an hour of foreplay before Lord Briss indulges coitis and lets loose his seed

Hold your filthy tongue BlunderPlug - Mrs Briss's under garments are not the subject of idle speculation !

So Lord Briss must venture forth again next week, safe in the hands of Mr Branson and his special ladies. You will all be pleased that Briss has been spared the ignominy of steerage.

Obviously one will do ones best to ignore any Americans one meets, however you can rest assured that when Briss requires refreshments he will find the strength to converse.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ice cream.

That's the trouble with America, the Americans.

Best of luck Briss old chap!

The colonies were destroyed by the god damned upstarts!

Be careful they dont poach ones butler!

(14/01/2014, 17:03)ScottyRampant Wrote: That's the trouble with America, the Americans.

Best of luck Briss old chap!

No luck involved Scottyboi; Briss is not one of your fly by night continental types.

There is not much a Gin and Tonic and a keen eye for a filly cannot fix. Tally Ho !

(14/01/2014, 16:21)Hilary Briss Wrote: So Lord Briss must venture forth again next week, safe in the hands of Mr Branson and his special ladies. You will all be pleased that Briss has been spared the ignominy of steerage.

Obviously one will do ones best to ignore any Americans one meets, however you can rest assured that when Briss requires refreshments he will find the strength to converse.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ice cream.

You wouldn't be going down South to find ones long lost (and inbred) ancestors would one???

Here's what to look out for...



Oh, and if you hear them banjo's starting up, best you start a runnin' or you be headin' for a bummin'.....

No alas Mr Rover, not the south, Lord Briss is heading for Hollywood !

Can you imagine the low life Briss will encounter from the serving classes.

In good ol'blighty ones butler knows his place. In Hollywood every cunting barmaid is an out of work actress. One does find these precocious types frightfully tiresome.

The tedious shite which spoils ones vista......

(15/01/2014, 00:43)Hilary Briss Wrote: No alas Mr Rover, not the south, Lord Briss is heading for Hollywood !

ah Hollywood, the land of dreams, where the street are paved with Gold, and every casting couch is awash with the seminal fluid of the desperate and untalented (that's about 99% of Hollywood covered...)

You're a bit early for the Oscars, unless you are intending to sway the nominations.... with your 'Vote for Clooney' placards.... and you never know, perhaps he'll even serve you a coffee!!!