Knockback comeback
In the brief period that I joined some of my mates 'out on the pull' (I settled down early), we would occasionally have a little group bet.
Grab a granny, fuck a fatty etc. It was usually ignored in favour of fairer game, but now and then one of us would be pissed enough or skint enough to sell our dignity.

Steve decided one night that it would be worth £50 to 'bump an ugly', and made his move on a picasso model almost within earshot of us. I didn't hear his initial patter or her put-down but the 'talk to the hand' gesture marked her response.

Steve, who's no oil painting himself, replied loud enough for most of the bar to hear:

I've only lost a bet. You've lost a rare chance you snot-gobbling fuckpig.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 20:00, 2 replies)

Steve's a cunt.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Sat 26 Nov 2011, 8:40, closed)

And that's the closest Steve ever got to a real woman
he now sits in his bedsit, wanking into his potnoodle all day, and crying, thinking of what could have been
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Sat 26 Nov 2011, 12:13, closed)