Regular reader and long time bender Marco Tagliatelle-carbonara-plastico-De-wop sent me these frankly shit pictures fucking ages ago with some dull text that I have since lost.
I can imagine the majority know what is coming next...Yes complete fabrication of the exact events.
Never let the truth get in the way of a lame attempt at humour, thats what my old nan told me before she got stuck into a bottle VAT 69. Anyway over to Marco...
Hi Dan, how are you mate? I never told you I loved you before you left Dover - well there you have it - I love you and my life, marriage in fact everything is a sham.
Anyway, got that of me chest, I was out with my beard the other day for a pint, putting on a deep voice and everything, when I clocked some scratchings behind the bar. "Mans snacks" I said to the inconsequential other half and purchased a pack along side a pint in a ludicrous overtly manly china pint pot. It's obvious I'm screaming.
|Marco - the G&T is yours - we all know.|
Any way as suspected they were disgusting and I will never have them again. On the way home I also clocked this.
|I did not put them there - honest|
Anyway I ride bikes now so if you want to see me in Lycra get back down south - love you Marco.
Er......cheers Marco. Keep up the good work.
More scratching, beer or cigarette related fun as soon as I can be arsed.