Probably yet another cricket tale.
We were on our annual tour to Lancashire. I was steaming and copped off with a voluptuous bird on the Saturday night.

Woke up on the Sunday morning, massively hungover and totally clueless as to where I was, but very much aware that our next match started in an hour and I was the fucking team captain.

Had to text my room-mate to bring my kit from the hotel and I got a taxi direct to the ground. When I got there the whole team were all dressed, ready and getting warmed up as I vomitted my way out of the cab. Had to go directly out onto the pitch to meet the opposing captain for the toss, still wearing my gear from the night before. Classy.

AQ1: Typical fucking London-centric question.
AQ2: Too many reasons to list here.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Wed 21 Jan 2015, 15:18, 2 replies, latest was 9 years ago)

The Alt just supports Placids belief system.

( Muns, Wed 21 Jan 2015, 15:23, Reply)