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ROY BATTY said:
...a fountain a bum juice...........

First of all, the food at this place was the shits but they would serve you after midnight - which is a pretty amazing thing in the UK!

I was already tanked up on guinness - not something you should do in England either! Guinness is good in most places in Ireland(except Dublin!), so the guiness was playing havoc with my insides already, not helped by the cheapo burger I had gotten earlier to prolong my binge!

I had just wolfed down a phaal - one of the hottest curries, something I would not normally eat as it is a dish designed for white pissheads with no tastebuds and a wanton desire to abuse themselves. I quickly ventured to the bog, no sooner shutting the door, I projectiled vomitted onto the ceiling and into the mirrors above the sinks.

In for a penny, in for a pound! I thought I'd take a dump in the sinks but the guinness had turned my stools into a thick black gravy that shot about 3 feet straight out, again onto the mirrors - no exageration! I then removed my pants to avoid splackback and leapt like lilac leopard on to the sinks and positioned my stench trench at about 50 degree angle and fired, easily hitting the ceiling and the other wall.

I thought it would never end, that English guinness sure is potent for poo juice.

I left the commode and gave the guy a twenty and walked straight out, once outside the door, I ran like a bastard. Within seconds I could hear the screams of horror!

Klinton, if I had to clean up my mess - I would have turned into a sqeamish little highschool girl! It was fun to do but as soon as I finished, I began to have regrets, then I remembered what arseholes these guys were and laughed myself to sleep.

The place has since gone into new management twice - I'm still banned.

Oh yeah, the reason I know I am banned was I was walking near the place a few weeks late during the day and a couple of the waiters ran out screaming blue murder. I think they were trying to embarras me in front of passers by, telling them what I had done! Clearly they didn't really know me too well, as they would have realised how amusing I thought it all was!






OMG, I can't stop laughing! This is fucking hysterical!


Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi