Ok, what about if, right, say you had just done a chew of some grub in Mackintosh's

Canteen and came out thinking "Fuck me, nearly a tenner for a burger - mind you it is run by the same bloke that f**ked up The Warwick" when a fat Sharon zoomed up to your face right quick on a TGA Supersport, done a doughnut and a crash and fell off, summer dress billowing, whilst shouting "I knew that was going to happen" - would you run off like some sort of injured zebra down the bit where they moved all the headstones much to the chagrin of the relatives, go right in Top Shop and ponce about in a nightie like a nancy boy or would you chastise her quietly whilst freeing her hairy muff from its cotton prison and build a tiny matchstick bridge between her two great big old t**tlips?

hmmm? hmmm?

When finding yourself in that sort of situation, which of the two, rather unseemly, courses of action do you think you might take?

hmmm? well?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Feb 23, 12:08:19