LOL...I had a wild and crazy night out on the town with some married broads last night. Crazy b*tches.
Ok, on to stories. I will regale you with a quick fire story, because I am in desperate need of a bath and some time to think about my actions last night. /rubs pounding head and wonders how she got home.
My father ate a sh*t sammich once. It was the result of a game called "Freckles" that he played in the army. The gist of the game was simply this. One person took a crap between two slices of bread and placed this delightful snack in the middle of a table. Then all the players placed their chins on the edge of the table all around the sammich. Finally, one person would pound the sammich with a fist so that **** would hopefully fly out of it, in effect speckling or freckling the players around the table. The person with the fewest freckles ate the sammich. So, remember that game next time you have guests over.
Whaddaya think, Angua? Can you handle it? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!! Just kiddin'...but you must have good stories too. It's all take, take, take...where's the
give, Angua? Gimme some dirt.