I was drinking in an after hours bar in Bangkok,
and one guy at the table is what I can only describe as a loud mouthed twat.

His conversation was along the lines of he was better than me, I was a posh cunt who had everything delivered to me on a plate ( both my parents worked as nurses, so he'd missed the mark a bit there), he was a self made man (he worked in a boiler room ripping off grannies for living), and he was more shrewd that Dr. Shrewdy McShrewdy who graduated with honours from the university of shrewd and is considered the world's leading authority on cunning. Apparently, no-one had ever put one over on him, and no-one ever would. All of this delivered in annoyingly over the top estuary English.

What I did was get hammered on expensive scotch, but every time the waitress brought me my drink and put the bill in the receptacle in front of me for when it was time to pay, I took the bill out and put it in his receptacle.

He didn't notice a thing.

Thanks for the drinks cunt.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 16 Oct 2014, 22:14, 1 reply)

I'm pretty sure not having to listen to that shit
is worth way more than the price of any 'free' drinks .
(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Fri 17 Oct 2014, 10:03, closed)