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Tomorrow night, drink - no doubt, dog racing - I've been told and, probably (hopefully...), a/some naughty woman/women...
How do I avoid ending up in Scotland in my birthday suit?
How do I avoid ending up in Scotland in my birthday suit?
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Can't make any promises on the nakedness issue though. :-(
fall off a table (covered in beer) whilst trying to do a Ziggy Zumba strip and landing flat on the floor........on my face.........resulting in one front tooth spliting in half and pinging away in the distance.
not that I remember it!
was 2 days before the wedding so all my wedding photos are me grinning with my lips closed not showing my broken tooth........
I would only worry if you were there as a naked, hungover, confused Englishman really.
other than that you would have no worries.
Mt
It worked for me and MRBB
BB - that might just work...
I think eyebrows don't take that long to grow back ??
And see you tomorrow morning as you stumble(naked ) off the sleeper in Glasgow Central, with eyebrows missing, head shaved,...
ihope TL has a great night too
we had lived together though for a couple of years prior to the wedding, maybe that is what made it such an odd hen/stag evening!
Run like buggery if I turn up
I didn't make the connection until now.
he survived, only bad thing to happen to him was getting thrown into the sea fully clothed, so arrived home wet and salty, but with a few bruises.
I on the other hand appear to have survived even though got very drunk and have no memory of getting home.
SP is in Geneva on business this week, so not likely to be on here till either very late or next week.
'twas a bit on the tame side by my standards, but many a beer passed my lips along with a tequila-tasting Guinness (my brain, by which point, had given up functioning and I was thinking that tequilla-tasting guinnes was quite normal). A dunking in the sea fully clothed, of course, was a suitable rounding off before the 180 mile journey home.
Rich's correct Nessie, must've been someone else. With all the beer, pizza, curry, feck-off sized breakfasts and what other carp we rammed down our throats, I must have looked more Sumo than Mizuno...