I once hit my friend with a chair.
Not only did the chair collapse into matchsticks, but as my friend spun away from me, his teeth flew out of his face.
Later, after we'd patched things up over a couple more pints, the pub exploded in slow motion, as we walked out the door, affording us both the opportunity to leap into the air and be thrown home by the force of the blast.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Sun 9 Feb 2014, 23:16, 1 reply)

I seen that.
Your trouser legs were hanging in shreds and your faces were all sooty.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Mon 10 Feb 2014, 9:20, closed)

I hate it when I'm getting all street tough and in the first grapple my shirt shreds and I have to do the rest of the fight with my ripped abs and pecs on show.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 9:43, closed)

But happily my Stetson never falls off and I can simply dust it off and straighten it up when the bad guys have all been thrown through the saloon window.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 9:45, closed)

Reminds me when we was building this railway
in Burma and we'd got fuck all food or clothes but we was always immaculately clean shaven because the guards let us have cut-throat razors and a tin mug.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Tue 11 Feb 2014, 14:07, closed)

Sometimes I wonder whether those Hollywood documentaries are taking some liberties with the truth.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 15:08, closed)