Abra Kababra...
Now you see it, now your picking your teeth off the floor.

5 weeks ago, i went out into Plymouth city centre for my mate stu's stag do... good night had by all from landrake and me being left vaguely responsable for the well being of the group bundled every body but myself into cornwall bound taxis.

with there being no more room for me i decide to get a kebab and get a taxi back on my own. i have never (until this fateful night) had any trouble in town as a large metalhead with an eight inch goatee (not goatse) and leather trenchcoat tends not to have many people argue with him.

i have however consumed during the day my own body wieght in guinness and again in Jack Daniel's and this has left me some what groggy. As I munch on my tasty kebab and waiting for my cab, i notice that the world has taken a most unusual move and come up to meet me in the jaw. picking my self off the floor i recieve a bloody hard kick in the side of my face and crumble back to earth with a few loose dentures.

now i shall point out that my coat is fairly new and cost £500, my New Rock boots come in at a modest £300. I have a brand new Sony Walkman Mobile Phone, a £150 watch, so what do you think the two chav cnuts stole from me?


That's right - My fucking kebab!


Bastards, i was fucking hungry!

*insert huge cock gag here*
( Druss_The_Legend Splurge!, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 15:41, Reply)