there once was a guy called matt...
...he'd sit in his weelchar and talk crap. he wasn't innocently disabled, but there because he wanted to be and was too lazy to get walking again. anyway. we were all down pub one lunchtime, and matt is there with his pint...now picture this...he frequently goes into some kind of semi-catatonic state...sort of head tilted sideways and half asleep...rainman style. enter 'mosquito'(steve mostini...or something like that), who swiftly leans over into matt's ear with a 'bop!'. Ive never seen people move so fast...the beer must have lept at least two foot into the air before landing all over his numb legs. two weeks later we were all in the cinema. matt...popcorn...bop...same result. was so amusing at the time, some of us sados still to this day greet each other with the salutation 'bop!'
(kx, Wed 4 May 2005, 13:57, Reply)