Problems at Temple.
A long time ago I used to hang out with this bloke we'll call J. J was a sound bloke, and always up for a gathering, but that's another story.
Now, J's dad was something of a MR Big type figure, meaning J sometimes got carried away and caused all kinds of problems.
One such occasion was when our group of friends were visiting Temple. For some reason J got pissed off at these currency exchange stalls that had been built at the enteance, and started smashing them up and throwing money everywhere.
Thankfully, we managed to get J under control and out of there before the law turned up.
Sadly he was eventually sent down, and given the death penalty.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 15:22, 4 replies)

How about that time we all turned up at the festival
& J managed to rustle up all the retsina and pizza marinara?
Good times.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 5 Sep 2011, 21:15, closed)

I think it's the same chap, yes.
I remember it as a few fish butties with the retsina though.
He always hung around with that tart M also.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 23:57, closed)

Real whore, she was.
Did you ever meet his olds? I think his dad thought he was a cukoo in the nest. The mum always came across as a bit holier than thou to me...
He had a couple of wog friends as I recall - remember PP and his weird OCD hand-washing thing?
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 6 Sep 2011, 0:35, closed)

Wait, I know this one.
Then it turned out that your dad was Darth Vader, right?
( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 21:22, closed)