....dear god
Many years ago, I moved in with my best mate, the argentine bass player from his band and her husband MArk.. or "Gollum" as I would affectionately call him.

Highlights included:

My mates lack of personal hygene becoming evident when, I swear to god, we had to chase his fucking socks round the house.

Argentine Bass player walking into my room in order to ask me something when am stark bollock naked and stopping for a lngthy chat (I aint very shy).

Gollum picking a fight with me over my 'attempts at seducing his wife', and my throwing one of my swords at his head.

Gollum taking an overdose, claiming that it was the contents of our med' drawer in the kitchen (all that contained was Lemsip and Rennie's).

Me getting some plod mates around to sweep for drugs in the place, they found that Argentine Bass player and gollum were on smack.

Some local kids attacking me for something gollum did, my nearly getting arrested for walking into a crowd of the bastards with a sword.

My mate nearly setting the house on fire after passing out drunk while cooking himself pie and chips.

--------

Though, I suppose am no picnic to live with either.... random birds back, nakedness, loud noisy shagging (and yes, wanking), and a cadbury's creme egg addiction.

tiz all good.
( BulldogUgly Visit my profile to see what's between my legs, Thu 12 Apr 2007, 17:04, Reply)