I had a genuine story for this week.
Sadly I've had other things to deal with and didn't post it.
It involves Whitley Bay; MASSIVE DRUGS in a car going around 100mph, then stopping on a hard shoulder so we could micturate; a stripper; a cheap but pleasant B&B whose landlady brandished a baseball bat to welcome us, with threats to introduce it to us anally should we cause problems; nightclub bouncers taunting us that the locals would likely give us a beating, until the more hulk-like members of our party made themselves known; An altercation on the dancefloor ending when one of our party (about 20 stone of muscle and bone) threw a local about 10 feet; watching teletubies with "speed dick" and attractive women coming and going; and, finally, A decree never to go again for a night out to a place where the clubs shut at 00:00.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Thu 6 Feb 2014, 18:35, 3 replies)

lol fatty virgin

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 6 Feb 2014, 19:09, closed)

"LOL"? not really.
Try logging in then you won't have to bother reading anything I type.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Thu 6 Feb 2014, 21:55, closed)

Lol Whitley bay. Where the lads from the Boro go.

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 8:48, closed)