The crew was me/dc/tolstoy/moz/jobber/S/karl/jonny.
This is all one night- the "behaving like cockney's night"
Or the 'Gary Man' night. either way us acting like complete tools...it was aces
someone (I think Tolstoy) managed to write 'Quave' on the back of S's shirt in sunscreen and it beamed in the UV lighting of the irish bar we went to quite a lot. For those of you who dont know, 'quave' was a word S uttered when he fell asleep one night,
and when asked what the fuck he was on about, became quite irate. On further prompting he insisted he 'meant quarter'
In this same irish bar I managed to smash a shot glass within 10 seconds of arriving,
and Moz used the C word in the presence of women and children...
Moz got scared of Tolstoy after he rubbed an ice cube on his leg.
He can't be yours Tolstoy...
we did a cockney boat race- me/S/dc/jonny versus karl/jobber/tolstoy/moz.
I tanked karl, but the wheels fell off after me when it came to S's turn...
S was shortly sick after this picture. he was gakking in the gutter like a true Brit.
Also there were two meatheads behind us, and dc was told not to throw his pint over his shoulder.
He did anyway and I ran for the hills...it missed them by a whisker
treats
on a different night we met some girls from the racially town that is Burnley
turns out that I became the worlds worst person on that night, keeping S in the shadows
this sturdy girl only had eyes for S.
He managed to avoid her and she latched onto jonny who (according to her) 'ripped her innards'
the mans a menace!
dc got his sleaze on with the bird on the front row on the far right. on the beach I hear...
I got embroiled in some carnage with the birthday girl in the middle.
Turns out she kissed like a retard so I abandoned her, eye-witnesses saw my victim wailing against a painting on the wall in the club. worlds worst person?
There were plenty more stories but unfortunately I dont have the pictures to assist in this matter
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Happy days: The days when nick was s and had hair; when i didn't; and when i had to escort tolstoy home after flipping out.
Ok, I wasn't too happy that day but...
I want to go back to Malaga.
Shame that every picture of me has another guy touching me like Rob stroking my bloody leg!
As he said, happy days.
That XXL t shirt makes S look enormous!
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