My brother and I were picked up by his girlfriend after a night of
lager swilling, and were on the way home.

Driving towards Fulham, we're both starting to squirm a bit. It becomes obvious we're going to have to find somewhere for a piss.

'Can you stop at the next pub, Kirst', he says. She dutifully does, and both of us dash out of the car, burst through the pub doors, and head straight to the gents at the back of the bar.

A few merciful minutes later, we head back out, via the bar. It's pretty dark in here, now we have the time to notice.

It's all men. Some in leather. The part of the bar furthest from the door is very dark, but there are people moving around, and we can hear grunting sounds.

"Hello boys. You want anything special?" the barman says. I swear we left two people shaped holes in the exit door as we left.
(username failed moderation, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 15:53, 4 replies)

I know that place - fuck off

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:10, closed)

Alright, Commandant Lassard?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:15, closed)

All gays are rapists.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 19:58, closed)

You pissweak homophobic Nancy.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 10:56, closed)