And with that, he stuck his finger up my arsehole, saying 'Eat blue cheese to kill the bugs.'
He said "Please take down your trousers and lie sideways on the table."

I remember being brought into an examination room, there was a bloke in a white coat.

At death's door, they drove me to a hospital.

The band manager came in, felt my burning brow and with my mate put me in his car.

My mate went to tell the band manager I was dying.

I was burning up, then freezing, then burning up.

The next day I was lying in bed feeling TERRIBLE. DYING.

I ate a lot of them.

After one concert we had a big spread with losts of OYSTERS.

Touring in Spain.
(roysin, Thu 26 May 2011, 18:26, 7 replies)

Very Memento.
(Sir Itchalot has a very self-referential signature, Thu 26 May 2011, 18:28, closed)

excellent reverse chronology
nice story
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Thu 26 May 2011, 19:02, closed)

Poor guy.
Bivalve induced retrochronal dementia.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Thu 26 May 2011, 20:04, closed)

Frp!

(Sir Itchalot has a very self-referential signature, Thu 26 May 2011, 20:33, closed)

Oh you have something
in common with Michael Winner!
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Thu 26 May 2011, 20:11, closed)

oysters are nyom

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 26 May 2011, 21:17, closed)

agreed, also one of the finest ways past a hangover
But in a large buffet spread and in a warmer climate I would be a little wary of them. I really prefer seeing them opened in front of me if I can't be doing it myself. Couldn't bear this type of mishap cos I think that would be it for life.
(unclestinky, Sat 28 May 2011, 18:47, closed)