lol rockets!
towels are always the last thing i remember to put in my suitcase, i'm surprised you fitted well enough for it to close on you without some fat bastard like me sitting on it.

i don't care how it happened, it made me laugh. i like a succinct story. back in 1985 my family went to spain to the fabled island of majorca a once lovely place where pygmy goats and barely clad majorcan warriors roamed the majestic lands wearing nothing more than kilts, or was that scotland? well anyway, wherever it was we were on holiday there and on the third day met up with one of these tribes of peoples whilst they were skinning once of these goats... jet skiis obviously hadn't even been invented yet but had a feeling of what it might be like to be behind one when the goat he was skinning comes back from apparent deadness and pisses all over me in a torrent of what i can only describe as hot piss, a jet of it, it was like jet lee on a jet ski pissing a streak of ninja lemonade made from piss into my mouth and i was mortified like a mortician caught shagging on the job by his wife in a pet shop.

but i digress. *click*
(Nobody Likes Mortal Wombat, Mon 31 Dec 2007, 10:14, Reply)