Horse Killer
Down at a poncy club in Farringdon, my mate fucked off for a while and returns with a bag stuffed full of pills.

Starts offering them round.

Not my thing, I'll stick to the Malibu, thank you.

After a few minutes the bag's empty.

Above the din of the craptacular techno music I hear another mate shout:

"How'd you get those past security?"

And the reply was: "I didn't, I just found them on the floor in the bogs."


That was an interesting night...

Ever tried getting six blokes on enough ketamine to kill the 9th Cavalry back home in a London taxi???
( SpankyHanky, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 13:11, 2 replies)

LOL
for the win
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 13:24, closed)

you call it a poncy club in farringdon.
and yet you are drinking malibu?
( Azra3l Lubrication Persuasion and Brute Force ™, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 15:49, closed)