The wrath really messes with your head

So there I am, out in That London for a few bares. Go into the gents at the Hereford Arms for a wazz. They're spotless, everything shining and lovely. I'm the only one in there. A bloke comes in straight after and heads for the cubicle where he proceeds to download a 100mb stinker. I swear on my first dog's grave that I nearly engaged him in conversation through the door about the propriety of s**tting in pubs. For goodness sake.

Posted By: Old Git, Sep 24, 21:13:38