steptoe butte...

I got sent this a few years ago by a yank on ADV rider to use as an avatar.

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i entered Steptoe once, i'm not keen to repeat the experince!!:barf
 
What sort of a sick fuck would search for steptoes butt on google images .

? ? ? :barf

someone with a sense of humour and with a knowledge of the intended recipients humour.

not yours then...but u still comment


and piss off out of the harley section.
 
Given whom you use as your current Avatar, this is most appropriate!
Myke

I've posted this story previously.


Old man steptoe used to sit in a cafe in moreton street, around the corner from my old secondary school, Pimlico.
A big comprehensive school, they joined up four secondary schools from a wide area stretching from chelsea out to westminister/Edbury/pimlico into one big super school, resulting in 2000 feral kids as pupils.

Anyway, the dirty old perv used to try it on with the school kids who went into the cafe.
So one lunchtime most of our class (class 37) piled into the cafe and bundled the old fecker out into the street and gave him a kicking and squirted one of those plastic tomatos full of sauce over him. :D
 
Name

I've posted this story previously.


Old man steptoe used to sit in a cafe in moreton street, around the corner from my old secondary school, Pimlico.
A big comprehensive school, they joined up four secondary schools from a wide area stretching from chelsea out to westminister/Edbury/pimlico into one big super school, resulting in 2000 feral kids as pupils.

Anyway, the dirty old perv used to try it on with the school kids who went into the cafe.
So one lunchtime most of our class (class 37) piled into the cafe and bundled the old fecker out into the street and gave him a kicking and squirted one of those plastic tomatos full of sauce over him. :D

And I always thought it was because you had a yard full of scrap metal....................:hide



Apologies, I know we've never met but couldn't resist. :hug

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I've posted this story previously.


Old man steptoe used to sit in a cafe in moreton street, around the corner from my old secondary school, Pimlico.
A big comprehensive school, they joined up four secondary schools from a wide area stretching from chelsea out to westminister/Edbury/pimlico into one big super school, resulting in 2000 feral kids as pupils.

Anyway, the dirty old perv used to try it on with the school kids who went into the cafe.
So one lunchtime most of our class (class 37) piled into the cafe and bundled the old fecker out into the street and gave him a kicking and squirted one of those plastic tomatos full of sauce over him. :D

He probably enjoyed it :D

I've got a vivid memory of my dad coming home from work one day (he drove a steam engine although he might have been on diesels by then) saying he'd seen old man Steptoe on Paddington Station. Apparently he was absolutely immaculate with hat, cane, spats, the lot and looked a right poof!
 
. Apparently he was absolutely immaculate with hat, cane, spats, the lot and looked a right poof!

Yep, he was always very well dressed and had a posh accent.
And had a man bag well before it become the "norm". :D
 


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