Yet another......
A fair few years ago, I met a bloke who became a very good mate. Despite the fact he was my (now bitter nemesis) ex's best friends bloke, and they moved to stay in England years ago, we're still good pals. Now, he's more than capable of producing a good 'Michael Knight', but this tale is about the first time I met his best mate, "W'. I was sat there in my mates room, guzzling booze as we prepared for a night out when the door opens and in walks W. A quick introduction and handshake ensued, then he turns to my mate and, while undoing his belt, asks for a loan of some pants. Before I realised i, it became clear that W was going commando and I had been formally introduced to mini W as well. As it turned out, he had followed through quite violently whilst in the pub and had been discovered quite nonchalantly scrubbing his soiled keks in the toilet sink. When the job turned out to be more than bathroom soap and water could handle, he had put his strides back on and discarded his sodden, shitty pants in a garden on the way over.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 21:23, Reply)