My Brother
Who generally is awesome was a twat once with me and a group of climbers. We had been in Snowdonia, and on the way home stopped at The Three Old Pigeons, or was it Five...in Nescliffe to replace our expended calories with a Nosebag.
After half a pint he says to our table, Whats the mating call of a giant clam.
We know the answer and ask him politely not to reveal, Alan, at the end asked him to repeat the question as he didnt hear, So he asks it again, this time, standing up, and rather loud. So loud everyone, including the waiter watched in wonderment, as he hid his eyes behind his crossed arms, opend his arms just a tad, peered through them and then opened up and shouted Give us a Fuck!
knives were dropped, glasses put safely down we were asked to eat for the rest of the meal in silence.
(lordy lordy, Thu 19 Sep 2013, 21:34, 2 replies)

Giant clams?!
ONOZ!
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Thu 19 Sep 2013, 23:06, closed)

Didn't
That place have a T34 tank in the garden?
( social hand grenade I was a lurker before you were a lurker, Wed 25 Sep 2013, 9:55, closed)