Dear you, with a silver track bike, who just had a drink in the reliance, shoreditch

you had a red jacket, maybe a north face? Well, over an argument over a chair, you got slightly carried away and tried to set my mates cardigan on fire.

From the very bottom of my heart: fuck you

Why are you puttin up here? Why didn't you say it to him at the time? :-$

i hate cardigans too.

You sure it wasn't a Blazer?

I always thought Nina was pretty hot.....

Why are you puttin up here? Why didn't you say it to him at the time? :-$

Probably because everybody else in the pub had started getting the popcorn out.

Button it

sleeve it out

Don't get shirty mate.

zip it

You sure it wasn't a Blazer?

A reefer jacket?

a smoking jacket?

He needs his collar feeling...

I think this argument might have sparked off a match made in heaven.

Bless his cotton socks.

All mouth, no trousers.

hehe, good ones

To add to it, my mate was wearing the cardigan, lucky it was cotton, and hey sweetheart, you had black glasses too didn't you?

Come on baby light my cardigan

(sorry)

I think this argument might have *sparked off a match* made in heaven.

Boom-tish!

^^ You crease me up

What a stocking incident.

What a waist of lighter fluid.

Stop knit pickin

pearl one?

Hang on a cotton-picking minute.