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I recall drinking cider down in Devon and I went outside and threw up over a Tramp sat on the floor.

To my eternal shame I did something similar years ago. Four of us went to New York, and went out on the lash one evening. On the way back to our hotel I got caught short and nipped up an alleyway for a waz. While I was busy creating my own tributary to the Hudson River against a pile of what I thought was just old boxes and rubbish I was shocked when it suddenly started moving :oops::oops::oops: and a head popped out. Can it get much worse? Down and out, sleeping rough and having a pizzed up Brit weeing on you. The shame still lives with me. :eek:
 
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To my eternal shame I did something similar years ago. Four of us went to New York, and went out on the lash one evening. On the way back to our hotel I got caught short and nipped up an alleyway for a waz. While I was busy creating my own tributary to the Hudson River against the pile of what I thought was just old boxes and rubbish shocked me when it suddenly started moving :oops::oops::oops: and a head popped out. Can it get much worse? Down and out, sleeping rough and having a pizzed up Brit weeing on you. The shame still lives with me. :eek:
I didn't feel too shamefull as I thought to myself, at least he has a hot meal.
 
He used to be on there. I remember i had a massive thread with me and him arguing about religion etc....
He must be out there twisting somewhere.
A man who spends every hour, everyday, on a forum projecting his virtue doesn’t just give it up.
There's a few on here that tick those boxes.
Who could it be :unsure: :cautious:
 
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