I muttered grimly as I rose from my chair. My hand scooped up one of the many weapons secreted about the house as all Glaswegians have for these very moments.
I must be Glaswegian.
I panther walked
Like only a true Titan can.
like uncooked bacon hanging on a washing line.
Dafuq, bacon belongs in a pan, between bread with a fried egg and red sauce.
Anyway, you're lucky she didn't take your pickaxe handle and zen the fuck out of your noggin with it. Also...A man with a guitar...You have one right? Considering there's probably no actual science behind that thing it occurs to me that you could run sessions! #sidegig
Haha, I always suspected some honorary Scotsman/Glaswegian in your blood!!
That's a fair idea. Side gig plucking the strings at a mindfulness session. Get to Igor all the ladies too as I bet these sessions are jam packed with em!! :0)
Dem ladies will be swooning. Make it so.
Here's you swinging into action.
That's me every time!! Lol!
How good were those cartoons man! That's rhetorical, I know the answer.
Better than anything these days!