I was at Reading festival
...watching rage against the machine and trying to get into it - not really my thing. I'd managed to get right to the front, so there was no chance to escape the suffering, and I was being squashed against the railings by fucking idiots. Okay then, time to neck those pills I bought from the rastas ("dis stuff wi melt yo eyes", he said).

The pills were not as advertised. In fact, I'm fairly sure they were just laxatives. Laxatives and squashing against railings causes expedient and explosive evacuation. Also, the bustling crowd had the effect of smearing the liquid shit down my ass and legs and a bit up my back.

Cocksnot.
(mmmkay, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 3:15, 1 reply)

Are you sure...
...sure it wasn't ass, rather than eyes?
(Not him., Fri 5 Jun 2009, 12:00, closed)