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Crammed ma belly with buffet remains over lunch. Amongst the gut-wrongs I ingested were salmon cakes, vegeterian samosas, an assload of those mini-sausages, dim dum, prawn sandwiches, beef and tomato roll.
And I've dropped a couple of ringwraiths this afternoon that have left my eyes watering and passers-by coughing.
And tonight I'm out with a lass, staying over.
Now I'm thinking how on earth can I pass these vile things off when it's patently obvious that I'm the owner and they have a life of their own?
And even though they're mine, jesus christ that's bad. I think something may have died
And I've dropped a couple of ringwraiths this afternoon that have left my eyes watering and passers-by coughing.
And tonight I'm out with a lass, staying over.
Now I'm thinking how on earth can I pass these vile things off when it's patently obvious that I'm the owner and they have a life of their own?
And even though they're mine, jesus christ that's bad. I think something may have died
Heh, ringwraiths indeed.
Goatboy wrote:
> an assload of those mini-sausages
Possibly not the best turn of phrase under the circumstances?
Goatboy and his amazing magical digestive system - feed small sausages in one end, receive BIIIIG sausages at the other.
You could make a mint.
At least it would smell better! :-)
Be real magic if you could put a hole in the middle, too...
> an assload of those mini-sausages
Possibly not the best turn of phrase under the circumstances?
Goatboy and his amazing magical digestive system - feed small sausages in one end, receive BIIIIG sausages at the other.
You could make a mint.
At least it would smell better! :-)
Be real magic if you could put a hole in the middle, too...
Buffet food is the bane of humanity. Its so nice......but evidently deadly.
...dim dum?
Cover yourself in after shave and hope to god that it drowns the smell.
If she asks, just claim you spilt the bottle on yourself. A tried and tested method. Whatever they think, its better than her finding out what you really smell like (at least till after the 'deed' is done)
If she asks, just claim you spilt the bottle on yourself. A tried and tested method. Whatever they think, its better than her finding out what you really smell like (at least till after the 'deed' is done)
True.
And she has my DVD player so I need to collect it tonight else I dont see it for 2 weeks.
I'll just have to try and not shake from laughing silently.
And she has my DVD player so I need to collect it tonight else I dont see it for 2 weeks.
I'll just have to try and not shake from laughing silently.
Vegetable samosa'a are the worst for this type of thing.
A person more senior in years than I may suggest placing a lump of charcoal between your cheeks in an attempt to neutralise the smell.
An alternative would be to show your immature side by giving her the cupcake.
A person more senior in years than I may suggest placing a lump of charcoal between your cheeks in an attempt to neutralise the smell.
An alternative would be to show your immature side by giving her the cupcake.
If she doesn't like the smell, just say "hey, I'm in a band", and she'll be right back in your arms again.
Crammed ma belly with buffet remains over lunch. Amongst the gut-wrongs I ingested were salmon cakes, vegeterian samosas, an assload of those mini-sausages, dim dum, prawn sandwiches, beef and tomato roll.
And I've dropped a couple of ringwraiths this afternoon that have left my eyes watering and passers-by coughing.
And tonight I'm out with a lass, staying over.
Now I'm thinking how on earth can I pass these vile things off when it's patently obvious that I'm the owner and they have a life of their own?
And even though they're mine, jesus christ that's bad. I think something may have died
And I've dropped a couple of ringwraiths this afternoon that have left my eyes watering and passers-by coughing.
And tonight I'm out with a lass, staying over.
Now I'm thinking how on earth can I pass these vile things off when it's patently obvious that I'm the owner and they have a life of their own?
And even though they're mine, jesus christ that's bad. I think something may have died