What if, right, a woman who was big and smelt and lived in a tree (say The Eagle's Nest

down Liston Lane in Long Melford) had stolen your favourite nightie and a dog and then she came up to you while you were having a piss in the pub (like The Kings), rubbed your neck with her breath and said "your nightie is history and the dog shaved - unless you, either: plant some cress in a girl's twimsyhole (and put it under a hotlight so it grows quick) or balance a carved mask from kenya on your mum's best friend's leggings"

How would you cope with that and what would you choose? Also what tune would you listen to whilst you had to perform one of those disturbing and slightly insanitary tasks?

watchagonnado?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Oct 27, 20:10:26