Went out for dinner last Sunday
to a nice country pub in leicestershire with Mrs war3n3xt and her sisters. After 5-6 pints I start with the funnies I've memorized from www.sickipedia.org. They always go down like a turd in the pool but i love um... the place goes quite as I explain the similarities that Houdini and Maddie share... sister in law leans over and says this is Rothley where shes from.. Priceless. i didn't bother with a pudding..
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war3n3xt < I'm with stupid, Mon 10 Sep 2007, 14:45,
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hahahahaha! Time stands still in those moments doesn't it.
reminds me of a story that happened to a good friend of mine in the mid 90s.. he does something with cameras, still not sure what, but its specialist sports filming, you know those cameras that race down the 100m - anyway, the night after filming on location he goes to the pub with the other film crew bods on this job, and they soon start talking about women, who they would / wouldn't etc etc. My mate chucked Ulrika Johnson into the conversation and said the usual "phoar" "I would" etc into the blokey chat, before ending with "what a twat the bloke she divorced must be to have lost her" etc to stunned silence..
"that was me" said the camera man bloke sat next to him.
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