Love Story

I met a girl, her name is Kim. I first saw her around Noone one Saturday at the football. She was there with her old man and her elderly grandfather, who were both Arsenal fans.
Although he was strict, being a field Marshall in the army, I still had some banter with her dad, as he was a Gunner'sSon; "You never win any trophies!" I'd yell, "Neither do you!" he'd retort. Oh how we laughed.
I did a lot of laughing with Kim, she was very funny indeed, she was also a rather large girl with a weakness for pork... she was always full of Wit 'n' Ham!
We had such a great time and I loved her very Mutch so it wasn’t long until I decided to spend the rest of my life with her. One day I sneaked up behind her and told her to Turner round. There I stood with a diamond ring and a wedding dress, which I had especially made in size XXXL by a Taylor, as she was the size of a Cowie. We got married in a lovely little Parish the next day and it was a relief when it was all over and I finally got to Kiss her.
While still in the church, we enjoyed a quick session of bell ringing. There was one bell that was very effeminate and I said we should call it Camp Bell, but she said we should call it Bell Amy as it looked like her friend, Amy.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t agree what to name that bell and the argument quickly escalated. She soon met a New Gent and they ran away together. I am now going to the local Mason to get a gravestone made for when I catch up with them.

soppy bugger. you might aswel have a vagina

When i read your heading,i thought this could be about Taffy and Mackay,but if my take on Taffy is correct,he would not find a man who occasionally dons a skirt..oops i mean kilt very attractive .....but we do live in strange times do we not