Posts archive for: 9 March, 2007
  • no bus goes by here mate!

    South yorkshire transport workers have put up a bus shelter on a road in Doncaster where there is no but service. once realising their error they were forced to take the shelter down and re erect it in its correct location, all at a cost of £400. :crazy:

    Does this go some way to explain why bus fairs on South Yorkshire transport have risen three times in less than a year? :lalala:

  • wizzard by Andrew

    wizzy

  • duel by Andrew

    duel

  • Nice Sofa!

    So this guy comes into our picture framing shop and says to me 'i would like you to frame these photos for me please.' :D I take them out of the envelope, some model, topless, on a sofa. My mate comes in later, he's single, it's been six years since he dated, and he sees the photos, and i watch himk looking at them, then he turns to me and goes, 'hey, Andrew. :oNice sofa.' So i say to him, 'Then you wonder why you cant get a date when you only see the furniture'. and he says, 'yea, but look at the upholstry...' I give up in him, he has no hope of getting fixed up..:wave:

  • THE LOVERS by Andrew

    You stand naked before me and i love you
    you speak to me and i love you some more
    my heart skips a beat and i smile
    in the knowledge you are still here
    i never knew what love was and then we met
    and i knew in an instant
    love is the moon
    and love is the stars
    i would grant your every desire.

    c andrew bedell

  • FORGIVEN by Andrew

    You are on your knees
    begging for my mercy
    look at the tears in your eyes
    you want my pitty?
    you feel ashamed?
    it was you did the dirty
    you are the one with hands stained with betrayal
    dont ask me to forgive you
    how many lovers do you need?
    could i not turn you on?
    i have seen you climax
    do not tell me they were fakes
    i know they were real
    you once said i was all the man you could ever need
    now you tell me im weak
    God you look good
    i forgive you anything

    c. andrew bedell.

  • DROWNING by Andrew

    Drowning like a fly in custard
    sticky, sweat, resistance low
    no will power
    can not fight her advances
    lips pout, eye lash flutter
    me so weak
    like a dog on heat
    no self control
    drowning.

    c. andrew bedell

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