That minging drink

Bob

26-08-2003 18:39:17

What was that drink on saturday then matt? And why was it so so so horrible?

Matt

26-08-2003 21:25:00

It was overbaked navy rum.

At 63% it's pretty evil. It was nasty because the navy is full of gay men and being gay is nasty. It follows that their beverage is nasty too. It's got to be the most foul of the readily-available shots!

--Matt

JoeyJoJo

27-08-2003 11:53:42

Ha ha! You looked like you were going to puke Bob and I'm sure I took a photo! :lol:

I can't remember who, but someone tried making me drink it!!! Ergh - the smell was enough to put me off!!! :mrgreen:

Jimmy

27-08-2003 17:13:00

It was me you big girl!

Bob

27-08-2003 17:54:51

Thats some SWEET observation james!

JoeyJoJo

28-08-2003 07:39:42

Jim - c'mon I was very drunk and I'm blonde, give me half a chance! :lol:

Bob - watch it cheeky!! :P

Jez

28-08-2003 07:43:56

I believe current government advice is never to mention that you are female or blonde on the internet.

People like Matt wil stalk you. (not matt obviously because he's a sweety)

JoeyJoJo

28-08-2003 09:26:55

Ok I am a bloke really - I just have very big pecs! :lol:

Matt

28-08-2003 11:37:46

I stalked Sam for ages 'cos I thought he was a woman, but he's just naturally a whiney Brummy...

--Matt

JoeyJoJo

28-08-2003 12:46:43

He he!

Alex B

07-12-2003 19:59:40

I think rather a lot of men have stalked Sam at one point or another. Perhaps it's a rite of passage thing.

Sam

08-12-2003 21:20:56

I've never been particularly aware of anyone stalking me... Maybe I should pay more attention to what's going on,. I can imagine it being quite fun!

Graham Brooks was under secret police surveilance for two weeks once - they told him at the end of the two weeks that they'd been watching him, but they realised he wasn't actually who they were after...


Sam

Alex B

10-12-2003 17:46:19

Well at least you know that no-one from the Wiltshire Constabulary has been stalking you: you'd either have known like a shot, or been cunningly followed for a fortnight before waking up to find a red rose on your doorstep with the words 'sorry, you're just not the one for me' tied to it.