Was chatting to a mate at lunch and he was telling me one of his other mates rang him up last week and said he was organising a night out tonight as he’s moving to London next week. Fair enough, a few pints with the lads so count me in was my mate’s response at the time. Then he recieved an email from the lad the other day and it basically said he’d booked Shanahan’s for ten of them for a meal tonight. What the fook.
drink malibu/archers etc in public(let alone buy it for themselves
complement another fella on his appearance(unless in a piss take manner)
3.never sleep head to head in a bed with another male(even if its a double bed it has to be head to toe)
It comes from a story Rocko told me in the pub lately. His fiancee’s sister was working in some caf type place off George’s Street when she was in college and there was this old guy who worked there too (in his 50s or whatever). Anyway, one particular day she went out the back to put some rubbish in the bins and the old lad was slouched over a bicycle that had been left there. She enquired as to what the fook he was at and quick as a flash yer man replied, ‘sniffing for some cunt.’