Oh my God.

Drop Tumbly at Snetterton.
Eat at Corley - EDL w**kers.
Nice buns.
Park at Norfolk Street.
The Marquee. Jafski makes friends at the bar. 3 more Guiness!
Pie bar.
The game: yellow? FFS! Pen? No way! Wessssss!!!! Where's Tumbly? Fuck off! All that way...
Red Robin. Beers. Much wrath.
To Manc. Should have gone before I left. Hard shoulder piss ankle-deep in litter. Only one honk!
Missed the turn off. Again. And then again.
Arrive at the clinic. Change and out.
Woodstock - several beers. Football chat. Hide mini-Nasium. Don't tell your mum I said c**t. A lot.
Curry. Lots of beers. Excellent lamb nawabi. "This dish mostly consists of..." This comes back to haunt me the next morning. As does much of the conversation. Jafski demonstrates how to bum face to face on the table. Mini-Nasie feels sick. Tudders gets opportunistic.
More pub. Change to shorts. Another pub. Too many beards. Photos of stranger while hugging his girlfriend. Next pub. More shorts. Nice buns? (No).
Taxi detours. Where is the Trafford centre? FFFFFFFFFFS!!!! Big ski chili factor?
Back to clinic at silly o'clock. Wake up. Throat and arse seem to have swapped overnight as my arse appears to be singing. Nearly prolapse.
Traveldodge surely by now regret not investing in toilet brush and stronger air extraction system. it's the only way they'll learn.
Leave the Nasiums to defecate at Old Trafford.
Fucking great grebe. Honk!
Breakfast at Little Thief with dead bush, collapsible roof and dirty coffee.
Baked bean soup.
Human Bestenthal.
Hergus Fenderson.
Homo spider. Eek.
Hammered the sofa.

Posted By: APB on August 14th 2011 at 20:53:02

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