On a recent ferry crossing to Santander...
...with not a lot to do and much time in which to do it. Myself and two friends, Greg and Ade, were killing time in the overpriced, underwhelming restaurant.

Much to their chagrin, I never get sea-sick. They do.

'Yeah, well, I bet you'd get sea-sick if you ate that small tub of butter,' wagered Greg.

Nah, says I, I really don't think so.

'Bet you five Euros.'

'I'm not going to eat butter.'

'Bet you 50 Euros!'

'That's way too much money you fool. Fuck it, you want to see me eat the butter that much?'

I ate the butter.

I wasn't sick.

I then found out how much he earns in a year. I should have had his money. Damn my foolish sense of friendship.
(Miraclefish How appropriate, you fight like a cow, Thu 7 May 2009, 16:49, 1 reply)

That fucking ferry...
...done that crossing dozens of times, it's like being stuck in a motorway service station for 24 hours. A moving, vibrating, rollercoastering bloody service station.

Very very boring.
(inflateable, Thu 7 May 2009, 21:19, closed)