Satan the donkey
Not me, thankfully, but we still take the piss even now.

Years ago, my mates used to spend Whitby Goth Weekend at the local campsite, just behind the Abbey. Getting to it involved walking up the 199 steps, pissed as farts.

One night, he had a pizza, and was staggering up the steps. He got to the top and in the field next to the graveyard, there were some donkeys. One took a massive interest in him, grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled his arm over the wall, he then grabbed the pizza and buggered off.

He still won't get too close to the wall and this was a good 8 years ago....
(Beklet is inexplicably angry, Tue 29 Apr 2008, 12:10, 1 reply)

Perhaps
it was a donkey jacket?
And this enraged the beast?

*trumpets*
Wa-wa-waaaaah...
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Tue 29 Apr 2008, 12:16, closed)