I remember going to London on a trip a few years ago, while there I visited Big Ben and went in some dodgy toilets. One cubical had 2 kids in that were talking about some gay love pact but the door was locked when I tried it....the other cubical had some kid in there on his own making 'wacka wacka' sounds...that door was locked too :(
I remember going to London and we stopped near Big Ben for a toilet break and I remember hearing 2 raving fruits bumming like gay gorillas in one stall, another guy blatantly having a wank in the other, and there was some weirdo with a video camera in the last stall.
So I just went to the urinal which was totally unoccupied, took a piss and left.
Thinking to myself, it's true London is full of tramps and homos :p
I remember going to college where i felt so sorry for this poor lecturer. There was this 'strange' kid in class who moaned anytime she did something. If she used a pen other than black he would go crazy, if she opened the blinds or a window the kid would go mental as the sun would be on the board.
To top things off one day he went really wacko and sat all day with a bag over his head.
It was funny though as we purposely got to the lesson an hour early just to piss off this strange kid who couldnt see that well. It worked though as we had countless fun seeing him sat at the back with a bag on his head.
I remember going to college where i felt so sorry for this poor lecturer. There was this 'strange' kid in class who moaned anytime she did something. If she used a pen other than black he would go crazy, if she opened the blinds or a window the kid would go mental as the sun would be on the board.
To top things off one day he went really wacko and sat all day with a bag over his head.
It was funny though as we purposely got to the lesson an hour early just to piss off this strange kid who couldnt see that well. It worked though as we had countless fun seeing him sat at the back with a bag on his head.
You win you twat, I squirted beer out of my nose reading that you bastard :lol:
EDIT: It's happily soaking into the keyboard, my wife will not be amused :lol:
And I just copied yours verbatim and it wasn't funny.
I didn't mean to piss all over you back then in London, ZnorXman is still a bit immature, and almost feels sorry about talking about your head looking like a tin of beans :-P
And I just copied yours verbatim and it wasn't funny.
I didn't mean to piss all over you back then in London, ZnorXman is still a bit immature, and almost feels sorry about talking about your head looking like a tin of beans :-P
That's ok about pissing on my bean shaped head........see those crusty stains on Grizzly?.......
That's ok about pissing on my bean shaped head........see those crusty stains on Grizzly?.......
I was wondering about that!
Grizzly wouldn't say what he was up to, then he finally caved in crying (first time I've seen Grizzly do that) saying that some tin-headed guy had busted in through the door one night while I was away and had had his way with him.
But at least now you know how "comfortable" those woolen articles of clothing can be ;-):-P
Grizzly, it's off to have a cold, soapy shower for you!
Grizzly, it's off to have a cold, soapy shower for you!
Then you know it's out on the streets for you at Grizzlys' command to kill some dirty hookers, by killing them you're washing the dirty away...dirty......dirty. Wash away the dirty, everything clean, everything new.....dirty.
Then you know it's out on the streets for you at Grizzlys' command to kill some dirty hookers, by killing them you're washing the dirty away...dirty......dirty. Wash away the dirty, everything clean, everything new.....dirty.
Errr, no it's a bit more practical than that. The cold soak doesn't shrink wool as badly.
The other stuff happens automatically during the weekends. That's when Grizzly leaves messages inside my skullcap for me to fumble over in my choo-choo train of thought. Then I have to obey the messages and leave a red trail of pain, anguish and gnashing of teeth behind me ... all the way to the emergency room and/or the coroner's.
But you didn't hear that from a lunatic. I mean, I may be nuts but I'm not crazy.
What's that Grizzly? You want to watch the Cartoon Network now, oh, ok.
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i thought the only let the spactics go to places without crowds. :)
So I just went to the urinal which was totally unoccupied, took a piss and left.
Thinking to myself, it's true London is full of tramps and homos :p
To top things off one day he went really wacko and sat all day with a bag over his head.
It was funny though as we purposely got to the lesson an hour early just to piss off this strange kid who couldnt see that well. It worked though as we had countless fun seeing him sat at the back with a bag on his head.
You win you twat, I squirted beer out of my nose reading that you bastard :lol:
EDIT: It's happily soaking into the keyboard, my wife will not be amused :lol:
Get it right, its spastic not spactic ;)
Duhhhh ! Joey !!!
Heh heh glad it raised a laugh ! I remember Miles did something similar when i wrote a story from the past.
It's actually SCOPE, be PC :D
Because ZnorXman can.
And I just copied yours verbatim and it wasn't funny.
I didn't mean to piss all over you back then in London, ZnorXman is still a bit immature, and almost feels sorry about talking about your head looking like a tin of beans :-P
That's ok about pissing on my bean shaped head........see those crusty stains on Grizzly?.......
No I'm a St. Oswalds Hospitality case :D
I was wondering about that!
Grizzly wouldn't say what he was up to, then he finally caved in crying (first time I've seen Grizzly do that) saying that some tin-headed guy had busted in through the door one night while I was away and had had his way with him.
But at least now you know how "comfortable" those woolen articles of clothing can be ;-) :-P
Grizzly, it's off to have a cold, soapy shower for you!
Then you know it's out on the streets for you at Grizzlys' command to kill some dirty hookers, by killing them you're washing the dirty away...dirty......dirty. Wash away the dirty, everything clean, everything new.....dirty.
Errr, no it's a bit more practical than that. The cold soak doesn't shrink wool as badly.
The other stuff happens automatically during the weekends. That's when Grizzly leaves messages inside my skullcap for me to fumble over in my choo-choo train of thought. Then I have to obey the messages and leave a red trail of pain, anguish and gnashing of teeth behind me ... all the way to the emergency room and/or the coroner's.
But you didn't hear that from a lunatic. I mean, I may be nuts but I'm not crazy.
What's that Grizzly? You want to watch the Cartoon Network now, oh, ok.