No cans I'm afraid, but a clear angle of the view that would break her fellas heart.... She loves a jimbo
Anyway mate, let's finish these quick, 7 mins left and go and wake Mrs Jimbo up? Sure she won't mind you joining me
well i got to work for 8.45! thats quite an acheivement considering.... still not had a check in from the Vmeister!
Oh no, not the old mums wardrobe doubles as a WC trick was it. My Mate Richard once wandered into his older brothers room after one of our benders and wee'd all over him and his bed, he spent the next morning in casualty having his brothers knuckles removed from his face and stitches over one eye.
Ah yes the cupboard gag. Leaving the rugby one night, full of piss, vinegar and Boddingtons and determined to walk the 7 miles home, my brother and I had to walk past his house. Determined that nothing was going to deter me from my mission, I declined his offer of "just one more little drinky", demonstrated by him by holding his thumb and fore finger about a centimetre apart and squinting, unsteadily through the gap. He took me into his confidence with much winking and stage whispering that Anne, his wife was due home any minute so he was going to hide in the coat cupboard and jump out on her when she open the door. Give the old pelvic floor a workout. I wished him luck, bowed and proceeded on my route march, making it as far as my parents house, 400 metres further down the road before I gave in, cadged a lift of my dad and passed out on his sofa. It was when father got me home and I noticed Anne's car, she had called in to see Jeanette on her way home from work, that I should have warned her in some way, but alas, lucidity of thought had long since packed its bags for the weekend and left on the soonest bus. I sat grinning in that unconscious but awake way for another hour or so until Anne left, then staggered to bed before Anne phoned in tears of laughter to tell Jeanette about the snoring coming from the cupboard under the stairs when she arrived home. 3 hours, he'd been asleep in there by my reckoning. That's commitment to pranking, that is.
Funny you mention that, yes my dear, comfy slippers are on. We love our open fire, makes it much cosier. I am off to the fridge for another beer, trying to pace myself before hitting the red wine later. Anyone care to join me. Indian mmm fancy that for dinner myself.
I'm here now, just waking out of Tesco coma. It's going to be lethal in the morning here if all this water freezes. We've got a lovely open fire around here, especially on a Friday night. It's called Torquay sea front. Large one in hand I'm terrorising Bert with a laser while I'm waiting for my fillet steak to fry.
