Last time I woke up in Penzance, I had a tenner, and there was one more train heading east that night.
Winner I thought. A quick pint, and then on the train home. What actually happened was I had the tenner scammed from me by a junkie which also caused me to miss the train, and I had to spend the night sleeping on the platform in winter. I fucking hate Penzance.

As an aside, as I was slowly freezing to death on the platform, I couldn't decide whether a pipe would make me feel colder or warmer. I pulled my pipe out, and noticed the gauze was missing, so the choice had been made for me. Then I looked down, and there was a shiny new gauze sitting next to me on the platform. Strange. The pipe made me feel warmer.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sat 16 Feb 2013, 16:12, 1 reply)

I hope you repost the story where you try to have sex with your mum this week.
That must be the kind of horror you can't relive enough times.
( Pig Bodine., Mon 18 Feb 2013, 9:26, closed)