It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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I trod
in a human poo whilst barefooted & pissed in the sand-dunes at The Warren beach in Abersoch many years ago.
Minutes after cursing and swearing about filthy tramp bastards crapping in public places; i was informed by my mate that it was me who had laid the aforementioned brown trout earlier on.
Its not my fault, it was dusk and i'd been drinking Woodpecker (i was a student) for 6 hours.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 11:51, Reply)
in a human poo whilst barefooted & pissed in the sand-dunes at The Warren beach in Abersoch many years ago.
Minutes after cursing and swearing about filthy tramp bastards crapping in public places; i was informed by my mate that it was me who had laid the aforementioned brown trout earlier on.
Its not my fault, it was dusk and i'd been drinking Woodpecker (i was a student) for 6 hours.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 11:51, Reply)
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