Originally posted by Jansa
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own.
He wanders around and eventually stops at a pub to try a pint or two of English beer. He continues sight-seeing and after a while, finds himself in a very high class area. Large stately residences... no pubs, no shops, no restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC TOILETS.
He desperately needs to go, after all those pints of beer. He sees a narrow side street with high walls surrounding an adjacent buildings, and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby who says, "You can't do that here sir!"
"I'm very sorry officer," replies the American, "but I really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public toilet."
"Ah," said the bobby, "just follow me!" He leads him into the back alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the bobby, "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured lawns, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, "That was really decent of you. Is that what you call 'British Hospitality?'"
"No sir", replied the bobby, "It's what we call the French Embassy."
:)
LOL :stongue:
guster
well. i take my seroquel early and just go to bed. usually wake up the next day feeling nice again.
medinaM5
smoke pot, sit on the couch and listen to sasha - involver
tranceDJ
quote:
Originally posted by RapidFire
listen to some...
Damn, bands like Simple Plan don't make me happy or sad, just angry. I'd probably rather be stabbed in the eye repeatedly than listen to their music.
mezzir
quote:
Originally posted by tranceDJ
Damn, bands like Simple Plan don't make me happy or sad, just angry. I'd probably rather be stabbed in the eye repeatedly than listen to their music.
yeah same
specifically, i'd like to stab them in the eye
TheWhiteQueen
Things to do:
post on TA
watch the third season of Arrested Development
Play Wii/Xbox 360
get drunk with friends
bake cookies and send them to your gf
Play/write music on guitar
Play/write music on comp
Burn your gf Coheed and Camebria CDs
Call of gf
fap
mezzir
quote:
Originally posted by TheWhiteQueen
Things to do:
post on TA
watch the third season of Arrested Development
Play Wii/Xbox 360
get drunk with friends
bake cookies and send them to your gf
Play/write music on guitar
Play/write music on comp
Burn your gf Coheed and Camebria CDs
Call of gf
fap
<3
TheWhiteQueen
Or you could just spend all your time counting down the minutes until your gf comes home
prolikewhoa
*doo doo love is in the air...*
mezzir
quote:
Originally posted by prolikewhoa
*doo doo love is in the air...*
lol in the air somewhere between here and boston
damnit :p
RapidFire
quote:
Originally posted by tranceDJ
Damn, bands like Simple Plan don't make me happy or sad, just angry. I'd probably rather be stabbed in the eye repeatedly than listen to their music.
but...but pierre is sooo sexy!
Dj O'Callaghan
quote:
Originally posted by Jansa
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own.
He wanders around and eventually stops at a pub to try a pint or two of English beer. He continues sight-seeing and after a while, finds himself in a very high class area. Large stately residences... no pubs, no shops, no restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC TOILETS.
He desperately needs to go, after all those pints of beer. He sees a narrow side street with high walls surrounding an adjacent buildings, and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby who says, "You can't do that here sir!"
"I'm very sorry officer," replies the American, "but I really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public toilet."
"Ah," said the bobby, "just follow me!" He leads him into the back alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the bobby, "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured lawns, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, "That was really decent of you. Is that what you call 'British Hospitality?'"
"No sir", replied the bobby, "It's what we call the French Embassy."
