Exactly the point my good man, I'm a responsible, respectable adult these days, those years of unbridled excess are well behind me, I've emerged through the other side of that fog unscathed. But, thanks to the dastardly Boche, I have revisited with a vengeance. How could I let some kiddiwink Krauts outdrink/outsmoke/outsnort/outpuke me? No, I had to do it.
What do you think some of my high profile clients would think if they could have seen me scooting around a bar on a stolen spaz chariot trying to order beers in a Stephen fucking Hawking voice?
I did find the best thing to put on a sunburnt bell-end though - a fat German chick called...erm......I dunno. I called her Helga, that's what they are all called aren't they?
What do you think some of my high profile clients would think if they could have seen me scooting around a bar on a stolen spaz chariot trying to order beers in a Stephen fucking Hawking voice?
I did find the best thing to put on a sunburnt bell-end though - a fat German chick called...erm......I dunno. I called her Helga, that's what they are all called aren't they?
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