Staring deep into the apothic abyss, I found myself feeling as if there were a woman, somewhere down there that had my heart
by Fuzzy Andrews September 22, 2013
'ere Ivy, don't you think that Stonlay is a daft apoth? He is such a cloth ear bless 'im. Last night I went up t'road fur a pint o' lager and told 'im to go fetch us a bag 'o chips an mushy peas and the blighter done summitright daft and got me a steak an' pud and it weren't no Betty's pie neither mind, it were that crusty Iceland rubbish those townies scoff on their tods.
by Dead Nancy June 4, 2004