food and getting fucked
Once when I was pissed and wandering around the outskirts of Carlow town with some mates I saw a large roundy object on the road ahead which turned out to be a sugarbeet. Naturally being drunk and confronted with a large spherical vegetable the only correct thing to do is give it a bit of a kicking so the inevitable charge to be first began. Of course having lightning reflexes and Daley Thompson like levels of athleticism I was first and kicked the bastard for all I was worth.

What I didn't know however was that sugarbeets are as hard as popeyes cock and I subsequently 'fucked' my foot, with a vegetable.

Screw you... it satisfies the question asked entirely.

seriously though... don't ever kick a sugarbeet.

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(The Cats Twat, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 9:54, 6 replies)

"Sugarbeet"

( Dixipoos Bye Bye Blackbird, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 10:31, closed)

I stand
corrected


and just as a heads up... there's another poster down further who keeps writing 'there' for 'their' and 'pacific' for 'specific' , are you the one to whom all such careless errors are reported... and what outcomes can we expect ?

you pedantic wanker.
(The Cats Twat, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 11:14, closed)

have you ever read this site before?
not noticed that almost everyone points out every error?

suddenly got a little touchy didn't we?

nice bit of flying off the handle.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 13:09, closed)

Sugarbeets in Carlow town?
Surely not.
(BarryChuckle, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 10:56, closed)

yup

there was a massive sugarbeet processing plant there till it was shut down by the powers that be...
(The Cats Twat, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 11:13, closed)

Reminds me of a story
Years back, I was walking home from high school along the beach with a mate. Clearly some people had enjoyed a nice day in the sun earlier, because there were several sand sculptures dotted around the place, including a lovely one of a seal, with a big round head.

My mate decided this was perfect for kicking, and sprinted along the beach to deliver a mighty kick to the sand seal's cranium. The sculptor of this masterpiece had clearly anticipated such an occurrence, however, as soon became apparent.

Putting everything he had into it, my friend booted the seal in the side of the head with his flimsy Converse trainer. Instead of the expected spray of sand, there was a dull thud and the head gently rolled off onto the ground as my friend collapsed in agony, clasping his foot. Walking over to investigate, I saw that what we thought was a ball of sand was actually a roughly spherical rock the size of a cantaloupe, lightly coated in damp sand.

I thought it was hilarious. My friend, less so.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 13:01, closed)