at the last manc bash we had a hotel up near tony
and the cabbie talked constantly at me all the way from city centre and THEN locked the fucking door when i got there so he could finish his diatribe.

then i karate kicked him in the head smashing the windscreen thus ending his life and backflipped out the car park warbling like xena.
( rosalicious i fucking love youve been framed, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 9:52, archived)

The moral of this story is don't go north.

( Neptune A dole queue dosser and foul mouthed chav., Sun 28 Jun 2009, 9:59, archived)

you'd think i'd learn
the first manc bash we went to didnt pan out so well either.
i do not bash.
( rosalicious i fucking love youve been framed, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 10:03, archived)