JHC
I regularly go to a mo'sickle festival (Bulldog Bash - splendid entertainment), and as usual at these things, there's the usual large number of Harley ridin' dudes... or so they think, more often they're 40 somthing empty nesters that want to try to pretend they're not fat and balding, instead they're Brando in the Wild One (even tho he rode a triumph. Head to foot in Harley (TM) merchandise... aaaaaanyway, there was one such nob'ead who attached himself to us, tedious little fuck full of himself and his "hog" - the one he did about 50 miles a year on - wearing the full HD regalia, including a red bandana knotted atop his head. Nobody took the time to find out his name, so he got known as - Joe Hankie Cunt.
Marvellous - and the appelation grew and grew, so we had Joe Brother Cunt (my bro), Joe Sicky Trouser Cunt (the bloke who staggered thru the crowds alternately swigging from a bottle of JD and then vomiting over himself.

Also knew a woman who a mate pulled, dragged back to ours, totally shitfaced - gave her a cuppa, she drank it then went rather green, and vomited into the cup (and then the top pocket of her denim jacket) - she got known as STW - Sicky Teacup Woman... also known as Tree, as she was (a) tall, and (b) looked like she'd fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

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(micky2shoes has more shoes than feet, Sat 20 May 2006, 13:23, Reply)