So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon
at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night.

So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop right.

Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger.

I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
(Oobla, Thu 22 Dec 2011, 13:28, 4 replies)

Lies on the internet.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 22 Dec 2011, 14:29, closed)

Yeah.... I have a question.

When did you turn into a nutbar?
(Freakmandu, Thu 22 Dec 2011, 15:32, closed)

In the event of capture, I will personally distribute these cyanide capsules to be placed under the tongue like so.
( awayfromthenumbers, Fri 23 Dec 2011, 11:06, closed)

You are Del Preston AICMFP.
( eXOBeX, Sat 24 Dec 2011, 11:18, closed)