Planet Holywood
Many Years ago I was at Planet Hollywood in London at a mate's bird's Birthday Party (18th or 21st, either way I'm 32 now)

The party was going badly, I was Very drunk and chatting up her friends was getting me nowhere, so I pulled my pockets out and showed a few of them my elephant, which didn't really improve my chances (its ok, I was very drunk)

I later was shouted at, thrown out and banned from Planet Holywood for playing the piano by bouncing my testicles on the keys, the tough crowd again weren't impressed but this however worked on a completely different group of girls and led to me driving back from Milton Keynes two days later after some seriously filthy loving

So the moral to his lesson is (and it is a lesson)that girls love people who can play the piano even if it is badly. But Filthy girls love bruised ball bags. And seriously Filthy girls can suck start a Harley
(wifebeater Funkier than a BinBag of Affro's, Thu 12 Mar 2009, 20:11, Reply)