certainly not me
not sure if anyone has meantioned this yet, if you ahve been to the leeds festival since 2003 you may have heard the legend of the pop up pirate my friends and i read about it in this years program. for those who dont know the festivals toilets are basically pits with blocks of stalls built over. so in 2003 some mentalist climbed into the pit and lay in wait for someone to enter the toilets he then popped his head up through the hole and started shouting "pop up pirate" while bobbing up and down got to have been the funiest thing i heard all week end and at one point some people though one of my mates was he as we were shouting it at random passers by all weekend

on monday morning there was a que of those gods among men who had managed the weekend challenge in the gents at leeds train station (i had failed the challenge saturday night in a portaloo with a broken flush as i emerged contemplating a speedy getaway with as little disgust and comtempt by those around me as possible i was confronted by a couple in their mid twenties asking me if it smelt in there i just said no and left them to enjoy my brown baby boy) i had no business being amongst such kings but they were giving away free crates of carling monday morning and so we had to do our best to carry as much alcohol in our blood streams as possible so as not to break our backs with a bag full of cans. anyway stood in the que for a good 10 minutes i get roung the corner to find everyone is waiting to use the traps and all the urinals free a quick pointing of the pink pistol at the porcelain (sp?) firing range later and i was feeling like a new man though slightly appaled by the gravy splatters coming from behind me

love the length and go gaga for the girth baby
( Reme Philips laid an epic dump on, Sat 3 Sep 2005, 10:13, Reply)