Drink with stout heart ye men of olde.
There I was sheepishly ordering a small glass of porter at the local Inn, when who should walk in but Carl Weathers, but wait, let me start at the begining... There I was sheepishly ordering a small glass of porter at the local Inn, when who should walk in but Carl Weathers, He was as wide as he was tall yet seemed short with his jacket off.
"I pity the fool who doesn't get Carl Weathers a Staroprammen!" he bellowed, he was having another of his 'mind issues'.
"That's not you Carl, that's someone else" offered Len, the landlord.
"I can be whomever I like to be" mouthed Carl into a cup, "they can't stop me thinking it" he thought outloud silently.
Someone mentions 'The Loveboat' and I burst into tears.
Carl looks at me with disgust, I'm crying my brains out and I'm loving every minute.
"My groin is a simian mass of writhing monkeys!" shouts Carl into a dusty pram.
The mother looks on, cigarette burning a hole in her mottled jumper.
A crash of glass, a cheer from the crowd, a grown man stood, lad out, for all to see.
That's the day I realised.
"nice pubs..." I whispered.
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:38, 1 reply)

I very much liked that
You boy, yes you. Tuck your shirt in boy.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 23:54, closed)