State of the Game
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Ah, the coarse mince burger. A firm family favourite.
Oi...!
Perhaps dating a cannibal girlfriend was not such a good idea. Even after 10 pints of Stella.
After ten wife beaters, anything is a good idea! (Until the morning...)
I once had a thing for kebabs until I foolishly left one half eaten and collapsed one New Years. I woke up, scratched my nose and the almost putrid meat oils filled my nostrils and I've never ejected my stomach contents so hard (and I've been sick a lot in my life
). That was a result of unrestrained low quality beers and lagers that got progressively messed up as the clock ticked down.I miss those days in a twisted way
Sort of Kumo Burger backing dancers?
That's a gig I'd pay to see.
Go on, slip on your rexy little black number.
Given that the sexual dimorphism this is "about" is in dinosaurs, and the surviving dinosaurs (birds) exhibit this largely in colourful male plumage, I am hoping for a pink feather boa with 18 inch long teeth for the male T Rex.
And do bang up half time snacks too
I once had a thing for kebabs until I foolishly left one half eaten and collapsed one New Years. I woke up, scratched my nose and the almost putrid meat oils filled my nostrils and I've never ejected my stomach contents so hard (and I've been sick a lot in my life
I miss those days in a twisted way
I can empathize strongly with your story. When I was 18 however, my body hadn't gotten educated to bad ideas - so on waking after one first year booze-up, the only booze to achieve hair of the dog, was a half drunk bottle of lambrini that one of the girls had left on my desk.
I didn't vomit, but I'm still ashamed....
We also had a mate called Paul who would just randomly pass out when he reached a point of intoxication, even in the middle of a party. This is a better analogy.
One house party, Paul passed out on the sofa which was inconvenient for people wanting to use it. So, he was sat on. But to make his sofa hogging crime worse, he had several things done to him, the most horrid was having a doner tongue added to his open mouth, and a lot of kebab shop coleslaw placed in his nostrils.
Edit - just remembered that he had garlic puree put in his ears. It wasn't pretty, but neither was paul...!
Oh, and he puked on waking too!
I loved kebabs.I once had a thing for kebabs until I foolishly left one half eaten and collapsed one New Years. I woke up, scratched my nose and the almost putrid meat oils filled my nostrils and I've never ejected my stomach contents so hard (and I've been sick a lot in my life
I miss those days in a twisted way
I remember setting off to college one day and releasing the hand break on my mini metro, only to grasp a cold bit of 'bab.
Also , 'bab fingers in the morning - the stink of teenageness, yum.
I like that DB is slightly wet.
It's like he's birthed it.
I once had a thing for kebabs until I foolishly left one half eaten and collapsed one New Years. I woke up, scratched my nose and the almost putrid meat oils filled my nostrils and I've never ejected my stomach contents so hard (and I've been sick a lot in my life
I miss those days in a twisted way
In my callow youth there was once an incident where I consumed what turned out to be urine, was caught outside work in my spideman pants (long story), spend the night in a police waiting room sleeping and returned home the following morning in a paddy wagon because I lost my trousers, shoes, phone and money.
I really wish I were joking this is 100% true.
Well, he's certainly been doing something with it...
I laughed so hard - the disconnect between all points is priceless!
I forgot the part where I allegedly took a dump in the middle of a Glasgow road.