Pot Noodle’s Say #12

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Bit of a recap, last month I told yas where I ended up kissing and messin’ around with this berd in her flat. She says “I’m just goin’ the bathroom for a sec.” Not thinking anything of it, I strip off to me bills and dive into her little manky single bed. After a few minutes she comes back in wearing a little nighty. I thought “Decent” then in the background I could feel a piss brewing. I lashed her off me an told her “am just goin the bog a sec,” – suave bastard me la, swear down. I flick the light on and walk into the toilet… I’m greeted by the biggest shit I’ve ever seen.

Pot Noodle’s Say #11

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Davidd has been inboxing me head clean off me shoulders asking me if I’d write yas more of these blog things. Even said he would double me wage but seein’ as am gettin’ fuck all anyway that’s easy for him to say. So looks like ‘ave become a proper little Jackanory avn’t i? So ‘ere goes… the other night my berd came down the stairs after goin the bog, i jokingly asked her “av you been for a shite?” she frowned at me an said “eeee shurrup!” Laughing i said “aahh, am only messn’”… or was I?…

Pot Noodle’s Say #10

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Ihave done loadz of these now and ya should be getting the hang ov dealin with berds so this is me last blog thing. I’ll give ya some last tips before I go though. First off remember, relationships are fuckn sly on lads. Berds are just better at “romance” than lads are, it’s a facts. From a very young age, scouse lads are programmed not to be a fuckn berd, you must ov herd dads tellin their little lads to “stop crying”, “get up” an “hit him back”. See emotions, crying, umbrellas, “chats” and prams, are for girls. Running, fighting, shouting and suppressing ur emotions are for boys. then like a birthday or anniversary comes along and ur supposed to know what flowers your berd likes, what her favourite chocolates are, plan a romantic night and generally “sweep her off her feet”. So what i’ve done here is make a list. A list of things lads should and shouldn’t do… I’m like the doctor arn i?

Pot Noodle’s Say #9

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Fuckn hell, warm isn’t it? How buzzing is everyone with the weather. Kinnell girls are running out into the street screaming and lying on the floor quick to get some kind of tan that they’ve not had to put 3 tokens in a machine for. Some fuckn man head was moaning about it the other day saying “Ughhh, its too hot!!” Yeh, you know why girl? It’s coz you’ve got a pair of jeans on with a big red hoody you man headed ming. I know you’ve got to “stay true” to your skateboarder roots, or whatever, but fuckn hell? Just chill out, put a little skirt on, and av a magnum or suttn.

Pot Noodle’s Say #8

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Girls, do you think you know your old fella quite well? You know his favourite film, you’ve bought his favourite lager for him, and you’ve done that thing with his balls that he likes (you little dirt, am onto yooz). Thing is, you’ve never truly seen your fella untill you’ve watched him watch football. Every normal lad watches football in Liverpool, if he doesn’t, its all over. Be arsed with him, sittn there watching Scrapheap Challenge and thinking its fuckin boss. So really, you should take some comfort from the fact your fella watches togger, he’s normal and scouse if he does. Obviously, its got to either be Everton or Liverpool — any other team is a wool team. So if he starts saying some bollocks like “I think tranmere will be promoted again this season,” or “You should come and watch a Bury match with me one day,” its all over. Just put your coat on and bail. He’ll only moan and give you shit about supporting a team from liverpool anyway and whos got time for all that shit? Also, don’t accept the idea that your fella is alright coz he supports Liverpool, but he’s from Bury. Sorry, that doesn’t make your situation any better. A wools a wool. Soz!

Pot Noodle’s Say #7

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Although I’ve been a member of facebook since abah 2007, its really starting to get on my bleedn wick! This must mean that I actually hate everyone I know, obviously, because everyone I know is on there, and they make it shit. So. Yerno. The thing with facebook is that it forces you to tell people stuff you wouldn’t normally even think to yourself. My timeline is full of shite like “starving”, “ughh I hate Mondays” “cant believe this rain” “fumin” game invites, boring twats tryna add my birthday to some bullshit app, “farmville” and some other bollocks about egg hunting or suttn. The other thing that I’ve noticed is those stupid quotations like “true love is when you sniff your mans clothes when he’s not there”. This shit is normally accompanied by a man and a woman walking down a beach, in the sunset. Yawn, who comes up with this shit?

Pot Noodle’s Say #6

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Last time I started talkin’ about shoppin’ and how birds love it and lads hate it. The worse thing to any scouse lad is not just goin’ shoppin’ but going shopping with his bird. Scouse birds are even worse than ya normal birds because they all own mirrors that distort the colours and shape of new clothes. Why is it, they can walk around town, all day to finally find a dress they love. The dress that seems to emotionally move them in some way. The dress that they actually love more than there own family. Then they get the dress home… They fuckin’ hate it! How does that happen… love in the shop, hate in the house?