I'M COMING AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME
except maybe telling me the wrong pub to go to.
(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 12:59, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I think I already told you the right pub.

(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 12:59, Reply)

Nope you said you'll let me know,
there's still a chance to fool me.
(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:00, Reply)

Oh did I?
Well in that case we're meeting in Chandos on Trafalger Square.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:01, Reply)

I will be there

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:03, Reply)

i can bring my pink laptop to show you
(bet you don't get an offer like that every day [or you might, i don't know what you get up to in milton keynes])
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:03, Reply)

My LAN games bring all the girls to the yard.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:05, Reply)

when is it? I didn't put it in my diary

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:03, Reply)

18th June
It's a friday, so you can take all the drugs you want.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:05, Reply)

balls
I thought for a moment I might be able to coincide that with a trip to visit my brother, but I've got a gig that night :-(
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:07, Reply)

I just read a review of the Chandos
"CHEAP CHEEP LAGER!"
(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:07, Reply)

ROCKING
Day after I get back from hol so I'll need somewhere to cry, drunk.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:07, Reply)

I can't wait to mock you in person.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:08, Reply)

I can't wait to punch you in the face

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:09, Reply)

Premptive head butt it is.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:11, Reply)

Next time I'll skip the kissing
and go straight for the groin.
With my knee.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:13, Reply)

I'm going to set fire to you.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:14, Reply)

Ha ha,
ha

ummmm...
(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:16, Reply)

What time does this pub close?
I do like these little things, they're always fun.

Unless you throw up on your white shoes and lose your bus stop :(
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:09, Reply)

I wasn't sick on my shoes
but I did bang my face on a wall while vomiting in a doorway.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:15, Reply)

IT WAS PINK
fucking Bill and the fucking Jager.
Fucking Enzyme buying me drinks.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:17, Reply)

Bollock it was those drinks
it was you drinking that fruit cider stuff, that was the only pink drink you had.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:22, Reply)

Cider and black is pink when regurgitated
I know this from many lots of bitter experience
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:37, Reply)

18th apparently.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:05, Reply)

Rosalicious said she would come
But I think she's lying.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:07, Reply)

The bitch.
It looks like it's not going to be a sausage fest al?
(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:08, Reply)

There are at least three or four girls coming
and Lampito
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:16, Reply)

Who's on the guest list?
How many of them hate me?
(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:17, Reply)

Most of them
it will be quite an uncomfortable evening for you I suspect
(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:18, Reply)

Excellent.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:19, Reply)

-narrows eyes-
I'm heading up the Northern Contingent with Applebite.
We'll fucking stab you.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:17, Reply)

with your vaginas

(Bazongaloid, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:18, Reply)

Sharpest thing about them.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:18, Reply)

I don't even own an invite !
Sad sad times, I guess I'll sit alone in my mansion, look across the empty boud'war, with a glass of £1000 port in my hand (topped up with lemonade), across the fire in the mantlepiece, with an origional first edition of a dickins book, spinny-dial telephone on a table next to me, relentlessly unringing, waiting for the inevitable call from some american company trying to sale me insurance just so I have someone to speak too that evening. And then, as I fall asleep in my chair in this room with a dominating empty presense, I'll be haunted by my dreams, of my childhood in the colonies where father was showing me how to shoot white tigers and the gun misfired and I shot him in the chest, "Noooo Daddy ! No ! I didn't mean it !", and I fall to me knees in the middle of the senrigetti, no civilisation for miles and miles. And then I'll awake, with a sweat on my browl and decide this isn't a night to be alone, so I call up one of the local Subway and ask them about their goods, what they recomend, where they source their food, what they're up to the weekend, "nonono, I'm not hungry, my dreams haunt me and the loanly..... hello? hello? is there anyone there? Oh, I guess they must have accidently hanged up, I'll try calling them again".
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:39, Reply)

You'd better come

(PsychoChomp, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:47, Reply)

I'll have to see closer to the time, gaz me the details.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:53, Reply)

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Fri 21 May 2010, 13:54, Reply)