which one do you want?
or the one where the aforementioned james ended up having a semi-argument with a steaming drunk mother of one of his mates. she's the kind of mother who dresses well, looks like she's still in her early 30's, and is sufficiently well-tanned to give the impression of being the sole contributor to the running of the local tanfastic.

anyways, a little tipsy, she walks in.
he says "y'aright barb?" (barb wasn't her name)

she says "what?"

somehow this turns into an argument whereby everyone in the kitchen wants to laugh because james is verbally abusing the woman, and she doesn't seem to realise it.
another parent comes in and asks whats happening.
no-one says anything, still wanting to laugh and leave in embarrassment, but rooted to the spot through sheer audacity.

gentleman leaves, assuming something is going on, but nothing can be done.

argument resumes, with milf barb trying to be funny and failing miserably: "i bet you've got balls like marbles, haven't you?"

to which james replies: "get the marbles out, i'll beat you at that, too!"
nonsense, but perfect.

cue silence.
(No. 52, Wed 30 Nov 2005, 21:14, Reply)