Your tattoo rocks!
Tomorrow evening I'll be drinking in a bar somewhere in Montmartre to celebrate a mate's 30th birthday.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:32, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Montmartre:
Where shit and good meet in a strange way. Sometimes involving thieves and hookers.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:34, Reply)

And thieving hookers?
Never been before, staying in a small hotel, but aim to just get leathered with the birthday boy and some old uni mates I haven't seen in years.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:36, Reply)

Last time I was there
We were talking up towards the church at the top of the hill. A guy barged past and legged it, holding a black bin bag that looked pretty full. A load of police cars came screaming round the corner after him, jumped out, and pinned him to the ground.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:37, Reply)

Did the bag spill open
Sending garlic, onions and berets rolling into the street?
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:38, Reply)

Yep
Then the police went on strike half way through arresting him.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:39, Reply)

Haha nice!

( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 10:42, Reply)