I had a scrap with an obese grubby pikey from the local camp when I was about 10.
He was a proper gentlemen about it, set out the rules and everything and we set to with gusto.

He wasn't exactly a prizefighting Brad Pitt, although he did speak very fast and almost totally incomprehensibly.
I wasn't much of an opponent either so we seemed quite well matched.

Inevitably it broke down to rolling on the ground after a few minutes of half hearted punching and wrestling. As each of us grappled for a good position to pin the other's arms and commence a facial workover, the fat fucker farted very loudly and made me laugh so much that I became instantly weak and helpless.

To be fair to him, once he had me pinned, me still laughing, he then told me it was a draw and let me go.

Not once did he mention scatter cushions, those fillums aren't at all true to life.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 19 Mar 2013, 1:50, 2 replies)

They don't allow that sort of thing these days.

(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 19 Mar 2013, 3:19, closed)

Star Wars?

(gaycunt is a gay cunt, Tue 19 Mar 2013, 7:59, closed)