I met him a couple of times for brekkie, remember him telling me he flew to Dublin for a square up against a bloke who accused him of shagging his missus.
He went over and got tuned out. Had to fly home embarrassed the little get.
I met him a couple of times for brekkie, remember him telling me he flew to Dublin for a square up against a bloke who accused him of shagging his missus.
He went over and got tuned out. Had to fly home embarrassed the little get.
I met him a couple of times for brekkie, remember him telling me he flew to Dublin for a square up against a bloke who accused him of shagging his missus.
He went over and got tuned out. Had to fly home embarrassed the little get.
You can look it up but Napolean had prooperly massive biceps...He also had scabies as well mind which he caught using gloves to fire a cannon, so there was that, plus I think he caught the drip off Josephine but I'd still have chanced it if she looked like that bird form the film.
I used to work behind the bar of a pretty rough pub in Newport. Landlord was some short arsed Glaswegian with a fuse shorter than Graham’s dick.
Whole time I worked there I never understood a fucking word he said.
He was prone to hoping over the bar to sort someone out.
Me and this other lad, both of us big lads would look at each other, shrug and go “here we go again” before having to join in and try and calm it down.