
BraynDedd tugs our sleeve and asks: "You know the one, the mate who is guaranteed to ruin every social situation by being an embarrassment/sexist/racist/bellend etc. Tell us about your twattiest mate."
( , Thu 19 Sep 2013, 10:50)
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One morning he swaggered in looking like he'd just shagged one of the student nurses next door.
'I've just shagged one of the student nurses next door.' He said.
How did you meet? We ask.
'Got chatting over the fence last night.'
But the fence is over six foot and you're a short-arse Weegie.
'Oh. I was perched on the wheely bin.' Gordon explains.
Because ... ?
'Well I couldn't find my keys and I was desperate for a shit.'
So there's a shit in the wheelie bin?
'Aye. A massive one. Anybody want a cup of tea?'
( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 12:27, 17 replies)

( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 19:58, closed)

I find it difficult enough trying to imitate accents when speaking, never mind typing.
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( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 14:00, closed)

The man had some unfathomable celtic charm.
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( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 14:20, closed)

although I do have to admire Gordon's balance.
( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 15:16, closed)

but I'm not sure the moral laxity of student nurses is top of the list.
( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 18:11, closed)

Unless one is suffering from bum gravy.
I like this story.
( , Sat 21 Sep 2013, 19:24, closed)

Then again, my memories of student nurses are that a mere shit wouldn't put them off a possible session of jungle-fucking.
...must have pissed the cat in the wheely bin right off, though.
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( , Mon 23 Sep 2013, 11:25, closed)

The story, I mean. I can take or leave shitting in bins.
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