Been best man 3 times, it's crap, got to finger the brides mother at the pig roast though. I married a sex mad nimphomaniac, turned out to be a man who hated bum love.
Used t-bags in a pair of ladies pantyhose, preferably unwashed as you get to sniff them as you load them with Punjani.
Human hair for foxes, t-bags and gusset odour for deer.
Jill do you have a vacuum cleaner, if so get off your fat arse and clean your rug, it's minging. I was going to pop around later tonite a grab the furry one, but I have been totally put off by your dirty carpet.
Bumped into Amy Whinehouse, literally, sorry Amy. She's tiny and a fawkin cracker, then she gave me the bird, so I released a gold watch into her beehive.
Went to a pub named 'the flying scotsman', a real posh to do pub up kings cross. It was so posh the Brazilian stripper had a tampax in place and a sanitary pad in her pants.
Not bad for a quid, although her top lip and chest needed waxing.
Just got back home. Got stuck into some black russians around baker street, then the white russians came along, so I hit them with a few B52s. Game was turd, got drenched, london was fun as always. Stu winked at me at half time?