tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post7154372306259423248..comments2023-11-05T18:46:32.295+11:00Comments on Baino's Banter: Kiss KissUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-89712615121267200562007-08-01T13:33:00.000+10:002007-08-01T13:33:00.000+10:00Well it's the age of consent isn't it! Your friend...Well it's the age of consent isn't it! Your friends are very conservative. I never went out with anyone less than 4 years my senior but then I was 13 when I was born.Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-59266893811104332652007-08-01T07:39:00.000+10:002007-08-01T07:39:00.000+10:00I just noticed ...16? The cradle-snatching bastard...I just noticed ...<BR/><BR/>16? The cradle-snatching bastard. I recently got the slagging of a lifetime to suggest that I found the 16 year old lassie in our local shop quite good looking.<BR/>I'm only just turned 19. Thus if anyone ever accuses me of cradle-snatching, they'll find themselves at this post ...Poncho Murrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12332868021805291170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-39013574168788061582007-07-31T06:31:00.000+10:002007-07-31T06:31:00.000+10:00Grannymar a sign of old age, I can remember what I...Grannymar a sign of old age, I can remember what I did when I was 16 but not what I did last weekend!<BR/><BR/>Daz: I can if you want me to eee by gum! No I'm a Cheshire lass but was only 11 when we moved here.Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-6294181620491923072007-07-30T22:00:00.000+10:002007-07-30T22:00:00.000+10:00So you're a Mancunian then?You sound nothing like ...So you're a Mancunian then?<BR/><BR/>You sound nothing like Gary Neville.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-12111962798614459212007-07-30T21:11:00.000+10:002007-07-30T21:11:00.000+10:00What lovely memories. Little did your Nana know h...What lovely memories. Little did your Nana know how precious that holiday would be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com