Bazza
Went to his house a few times.

He was a bloke who'd once done some building work with Dare who is a sparks, and every so often would phone him up "come round mine, I might have a job for you". Invariably there was no job.

He was Mr Bullshit. Whatever the subject, he knew all about it and knew someone who could "sort things". He said he could sort me out a job in accounting. He once asked Dare if he could get him a prostitute "for a client". He didn't seem to ever leave the house.

He spent his days sat in his room wearing only his underpants waiting for the internet and more specifically internet porn to be invented.

His parents lived on the top floor. I once saw them when I went up to use the toilet wich was black with filth by the way and by that I mean the entire room, floor, walls and ceiling. They looked like a couple of warmed up corpses who had never seen the light of day, they backed away from me nervously.

The near nudity and it was certainly un-erotic occured when he would frequently dip his hand into his pants, have a good rummage around and say "you'll have to excuse me, my hernia's playing up".

In his room were a few items of interest: the stereo that he was always going on about, "cost five grand mate", not sure about that but it did look to be a good one. The other items of note were the two buckets at either end of the sofa full to the very brim with vomit which he would invite you to flick your fag ash into.

I expect he's on the internet these days, could even be on b3ta, gawd 'elp us!
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 28 May 2009, 14:36, 2 replies)

Oh good god
I could use a bucket myself after reading that.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Thu 28 May 2009, 14:38, closed)

Right above
bazmorningstar

Hehe.
(Scritty Bakerman., Thu 28 May 2009, 19:48, closed)