Has Thunder flounced again?

[teamboro]

Next time put a nappy on you shitty arse twat Ken we should have left him in the gutter two sniffs of the barmaids apron and he shits himself 🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦

[RiversideRifle]

Fucking fair play for coming on and admitting that like made my afternoon 

[Johnny Thunder]

Next time put a nappy on you shitty arse twat Ken we should have left him in the gutter two sniffs of the barmaids apron and he shits himself 🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦

When I sesh I fuckin bring it.



 









Or leave it in this case.




 

[Johnny Thunder]

Fucking fair play for coming on and admitting that like made my afternoon 

 

[tunstall]

Hope you weren't on the same train as our lass

I'll ask her if she saw a paraffin on the train

[AtomicDog]

Right, here we go.




Had a fuckin class weekend in London. Lots of lovely food and drink.
A couple of stunning, aged Cuban cigars.
Friday, had an afternoon around Farringdon and Holborn.
Beautiful pasta dish with a bottle of Riesling to finish the day off.
Saturday saw us head to Hyde Park and a few drinks with a cigar by the Serpentine.
Headed to Brixton for the evening and had a cracking Indian in Khan's.
Sunday we spent in Richmond by the Thames.
Evening was a lovely meal in Nonna Selena Pizzeria on Russel Square with an amazing grilled Sea Bream and a bottle of Chianti.
Monday lunchtime was a couple of beers and a sharing platter of sourdough bread with balsamic and olive oil, whitebait, bruschetta and salad.


Then we got on the train.




 




Everything was going great. Left on time, first class was not full, the meal was delicious.


About ten minutes before York, I got this growl in my guts.
You know the type. The one that is definitely not hunger.






I just thought "fuck me I need a shite right now".


Walked to the trap at my end of the carriage and the line was five deep.
(fuckin cattle class shitcunts using the first class head).

Walked to the other end of the carriage and there was someone on the bog and a bewer waiting outside.
"That's no sweat. I can wait that long", I thought.

Gadge came straight out and the bewer went in.

She was quick too. I was fuckin happy.

Then the fuckin maintenance light came on and the doors would not close.
The fuckin bog had locked down. I looked to the end carriage.
You know, the small end one of first class that has about twenty seats in it.
Most of them could probably see me.

I knew then that I had two choices.


Squat and have a shite in front of the people in the carriage, or try to make it back to the other bog.



It was really OK though because I didn't have to make that decision.


I just absolutely emptied the weekend into my boxers and jeans.



     




I calmly walked back to my seat and collected my case and continued to the other bog.
Waited patiently in line, stinking of shite, and entered when it was my turn.




Fuck me. I've never had to deal with fuck all like that in my life.
It was even in my fuckin boots.


We were past Northallerton by the time I had sorted myself out.

Them 6" x 3" sinks are bad enough for washing your hands.
In my experience, you are wasting your time trying to get a fuckin bath in one.









             

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