I'm going to Hell...
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
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See through Toilet
Once upon a time in a desert far far away (Dubai) there was an entertainer brought from Edinburgh to entertain the masses.
At first he was OK, good guitarist and handled his repertoire quite well, but, with a month of his contract left he became extremely shitty.
Borrowed money from people, slandered others while on stage and in general became a prize cunt!
He had borrowed the equivalent of about 250 quid from me and right up until his last day never paid it back.
I got rather pissed off and discovered from my then girlfriend (Ex British Airways) that there was a Narcotics Hotline that could be called to report drug smugglers.
One trip to a call box later, Heathrow had been alerted to our man's arrival with a 1/2kg of Cocaine.
About a month later, we discovered that he had spent three days in detention with a glass toilet for company while Customs and Excise sifted through his every defacation!
If I am to be judged on my eventual final abode, I'm sure this one will tip the balance.
( , Sun 14 Dec 2008, 1:19, Reply)
Once upon a time in a desert far far away (Dubai) there was an entertainer brought from Edinburgh to entertain the masses.
At first he was OK, good guitarist and handled his repertoire quite well, but, with a month of his contract left he became extremely shitty.
Borrowed money from people, slandered others while on stage and in general became a prize cunt!
He had borrowed the equivalent of about 250 quid from me and right up until his last day never paid it back.
I got rather pissed off and discovered from my then girlfriend (Ex British Airways) that there was a Narcotics Hotline that could be called to report drug smugglers.
One trip to a call box later, Heathrow had been alerted to our man's arrival with a 1/2kg of Cocaine.
About a month later, we discovered that he had spent three days in detention with a glass toilet for company while Customs and Excise sifted through his every defacation!
If I am to be judged on my eventual final abode, I'm sure this one will tip the balance.
( , Sun 14 Dec 2008, 1:19, Reply)
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