I was down the boozer last night with the missus and a couple of rigwashing mincers were telling me how ROVers were a bunch of poofs with f*** all to do.
1. She was despached to the bar for a lager and a fruit based drink for the lady.
2. Mincer 1 miraculously manages to smash his teeth on the bar footrest.
3. Mincer 2 tries to exit bar before closing time by opening the fire exit with his face.
With such a demand for ROV crew these days I see the quality is rapidly declining.
You should get into the diving industry mate, that’s where the neanderthals hang out…. Appologies to all neanderthals in the diving game who are OK blokes and blokesses…… 😆
yeah, but it sounds to me like his missus was the one "unleashing the claret." Wasn’t she the one who went to the bar (presumably where the bar footrest was)?
I have to say that every time I see Trout’s avatar I’ve been biting my lip. I’m trying to work out whether he’s a Grade ‘A’ pisstaker, or a raving fudge-packer who moonlights at the peanut butter factory, before frequenting the Blue Oyster Bar after shift. Then it’s off home to have a quick nibble on the pillow.
my avatar is actually a portrait i got done last year,as you can see from it i am a fine specimen of a man,i see you are getting jealous baron,is it because you dont have a physique like i do?
You are having a giraffe, Trout. I’m a fat ugly git, but I’m 100% heterosexual. Someone find me an avatar of Jabba The Hutt please. Ooooh, can’t wait to get my tongue all over Princess Leia Organa!
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