
I once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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...but unfortunately not that mentally stable, his original instructor refused to teach him any more as he felt. he had delusions of grandeur rather than the humility expected of a martial artist. He liked going out at night dressed in the full head to toe black rig, samurai swords, nunchuks, etc. I was convinced one day he'd get into some real trouble.
My fears were realised one morning when I staggered down for my hangover cure breakfast to find yet more body parts on the table.
More Ninja Foot Severed Ears!
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