I had arranged to spend the evening with four attractive young ladies
I picked them up in my stylish yet affordable Japanese 4-door, and went to the Spar to get sixteen cans of Special Brew.

In the park, a few hours later I decided I should give them a right old shagging in a bush, but sadly my generative member was refusing to cooperate due to all the trampfuel.

After I (successfully) fought a bin and shouted at some pigeons, the lovely ladies decided they would like to go home.

As I was driving them back there was some sort of distortion in the spacetime continuum and as it subsided I realised it had thrown my Accord into a tree, and there were various arms, legs and other body parts scattered about.

I cannot recommend this course of actions, and I for one will be sticking to injecting crack into my eyeballs in the future.
(Eukanuba, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 13:01, Reply)