It's like the fella walking home from the pub absolutey sh*t faced and he decides to take a short cut through the cemetary. After stumbling along for about 50 yards in pitch darkness he falls down a freshly dug grave, after about 30 mins of effing and blinding whilst trying to scramble his way out he decides to sit down and have a ***. He's just about to put his *** out and there's a tap on his shoulder and this voice says " I fell in just before you, you'll never get out " He did.
He's a right good lad but I'm not sure he's behind the bar tonight, what he doesn't know about long, cool drinks isn't worth knowing. please log in to view this image
Now then lads.....this is in the strictest confidence and I know I can trust you all to keep quiet about this, especially as that rather cheeky and, if I pray be so bold rather tempestuous fillly Poshminx has gone to bed......as you know I'm a relatively right minded chap I've always considered that cheese doesn't result in nightmares, however last night after a Stilton binge I dreamt that Jack Nicholson got his cock bit off by Russell Crowe on Jeremy Kyle. In the interests of science I've been back on the cheese... Whilst I do have qualifications in psychology what do you reckon on the Stilton intake?
