I’m at a kid’s party, and apart from a well stocked bar and a chick in her early 20’s wearing something far too tight, there ain’t a lot going on. Then my missus says ‘I think you should pick my handbag up, and check under it when you do’.
Well, some poor fucker has only gone and dropped an eighth. Smells pretty fucking peng too. Well, that’s made my afternoon just that little bit brighter. Just need to find a couple of grams of coke and this afternoons barbecue will be golden.