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  1. The crunch underfoot of Autumn's leaves, a sad reminder of the withering winter of my years... Note to self: must get pissed again.
  2. Apologies to my legions of followers. Bad summer karma due to B bleeding T and the holiday landlady from hell-or was that Brighton?
  3. Wimbledon over already? Just woke up. Convinced I've got swine flu, cos I swear I just saw England beat the Aussies in the Ashes.
  4. Wimbledon on the tely, short skirts, fresh strawbs, a bottle of hobgoblin and sitting in my underpants. It doesn't get better than this
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  6. I suppose you think I can't spell proparly? Hear we gow again. Bloody iphone, bloody stubby fingers, bloody, bleedin', effin', waste of spac
  7. Of course, talking about grunting at Wimbledon, you should here those Wombles go at it.
  8. Watching Wimbledon, court no 1. I love it when they scream...
  9. Apologies for recent lack of tweets. Due to social experimentation (going out). Experiment failed, hence back on the twatting tweeter.
  10. Recovering from launderette travesty. Now the owner of a complete range of yellowing briefs. Also, don't recommend mixing Piriton with Pims.
  11. Washing smalls this ave. Leopard skin slips with white briefs dilemma.
  12. gregorypig is wondering about Nick Griffin eggate. Were they free range or battery?
  13. You think I'm weird? http://activatecomix.com/73-1-28.comic You do, don't you?
  14. What happened to Monday? Thought I only had the one bottle of JD. Breath like a tramps jock strap.
  15. wassit all abart? http://activatecomix.com/73-1-4.comic
  16. Ah think ahm pissed again, woo-oh-oh. Phil Collins ate my hamstring.
  17. Yeah, Kate and Yasmina. Up the workers...
  18. You're hired, you're fired, you're wired, you're tired...
  19. Still bloody at it, 3 toasties and one stubby HB pencil later and the Aprentice is on, but no bloody where with the feckin' lyrics...
  20. Tonight's the nite baby. Cheese toasty, JD & C and a fresh HB...