Literally actually.....
Now that I have had a few laaaaaarrrrgers, I'm happy to fess up.
So, a few beers and a pizza last night, tad squirty all day if you know what I mean. One of the lads rings up at lunchtime saying he is down the road at a local curry house and would I care to join him for a ruby murray.
"Order me a vindaloo, I'll be there in a jiffy" I say, all happy and glad that a dose of Ghandi's revenge is on the cards.
So, by 2.30pm this arvo, I now have a red hot chook vindy splashing around in my fat tum tum. I do crack a couple of nitro farts whcih made my arse feel like a cross between the Japanses flag and the back end of the Bat Mobile...
3.30pm, I decide I need to squeeze my head in the khazi. To my disappointment I only managed what could only be described as a half eaten scorched almond.....but the guts are churning....
Anyway, 4.00pm I'm on my way home, heading down Abbotts Way minding my own when I hit a bump in the road. Head goes up, arse goes off the seat, back down she goes and....phut.....splaaaaarrrrttt....eeee.....
Yep, gone and dropped a nugget in me undies. Only just make it home in time as well before the whole bally lot of it slips out the legs of my waterproofs
Not a nice story.....so...
Lay off the piss and spicy food, dont have a curry for lunch, adjust your suspension and for f**k sake have a spare cork handy in case you cant squeeze a richard before riding.....
Over to you lot for pisstaking and general ribbing...I'm back on the bevvy...
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