So what do you wanna know?
What did we do?
What we drank?
Fire away.
So what do you wanna know?
What did we do?
What we drank?
Fire away.
not really.
OK I'll ask just to help the thread along . Dish the dirt.
Hard Cock?
At the end of the night which one took it up the bum, or did you take turns?
Aint u a TEFLr Pat? Doesnt smeg hate TEFLrs?
No photos Pat?
^smth along that lines, dare say Pat needed to show Smeg is harem of uni students.
Oh go on then, you've twisted my arm.
Had a beer at one place, then walked down to another place, which was non-existent so we bought beers at a 7-11 and sat on a bench in Siam Square til 1am.
At one stage I had to stride purposefully through the Novotel lobby to use their toilets.
Nice stuff, that Federbrau, although I had a bit of a headache this morning (probably due to the singha and 2 large san migs I had before we met)
Pat, you forgot the highlight, the security guard who, in exchange for a handful of Pats smokes, decided to tell us where to find girls with pussies the size of a gnat's, and where to avoid those with one the size of an elephant's. Bizarre indeed.
I think the conversation that security man made was to make up for the smokes I gave him. He felt it his duty to try and talk about something he thought would interest us, ie. Where to find customized pussy. Very odd.
Classy night.Originally Posted by DJ Pat
wear you both wearing wifebeaters and sandles or sumtink?Originally Posted by DJ Pat
Two scruffy dressed farangs sitting on a bench is Siam Square drinking beer out of plastic cups and talking to an 59 year old guard?
Classy guys, we were, hence the interest and offer.
Great. That's the night described, Thanks.
No need to post on it anymore Pat. Thread finished, praise the lord.
I do like threads with a point. Does this one have one?
So smeg is Scampy ? damn, nobody saw that one comingOriginally Posted by DJ Pat
What happened?
It's already been described. Please let it die in peace.
One last question:
At what point of the evening did the conversation turn to posting about it on here and were you both under the impression that anyone would actually give a toss?
Pat, did Smeg look at you like you were poor?
He's got a mansion and yacht in Bournemouth, you know.
Did he smoke his cigarettes in one of those long platinum and diamond holders?
I can only presume your plastic cups were soirée-at-the-marina quality.
You probably think this song is about you, don't you, don't you ~
Pat and Smeg's bogus adventure.
You should write a screenplay.
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