Sunday, 21 October 2012

Gold digger.

Last night I briefly met Mouse for a quick drink, a smoke, a kick in the balls and a burn. Then the bar played Kanye West's Gold Digger. The irony nearly killed me.

Monday, 8 October 2012

A desperate weakling and a dominatrix walk into a bar...

He leaves with an empty wallet and begs to go to the cash machine to get some more.

The end.