Motaste Junk - Stop your brain thinking for 168 seconds

[Lee]

http://www.ironmaidenbeer.com/iron-maiden-trooper.html

Does the Iron Maiden serve this?

 

[Tastycles]

I'm going to something called the "Aces and Eights Saloon Bar" tomorrow. Hoping to see D'Lo Brown.

 

[Uncle Sam]

I got a text on the way home today from an unknown number: +44 etc. "Nice shades." I assumed it was you and responded as such. You can imagine my horror when the person on the other end started, ahem, 'flirting' with me. Turns out it was a girl I gave my number to in a pub the other night. Whew. That's a relief.

 

[Tastycles]

Yeah, I tend to be more direct.

Fanc a fuk?

 

[Lee]

Haha brilliant.

 

[Tastycles]

So, I've realised that I spend the day at home making music in my pyjamas whilst my flatmate is socially awkward in an office somewhere. All I need now is an American girlfriend looking for a visa and I'm sorted.

 

[Whap Me Jungles]

You do know there are websites for that, right?

 

[Uncle Sam]

 

[Tastycles]

You're fucking kidding me!

 

[Uncle Sam]

I don't joke.

 

[Uncle Sam]

Contrary to my earlier comment, I know what someone is getting for Christmas!

 

[FunKay the Inevitable]

You're fucking kidding me!

Was that one of yours?

 

[Uncle Sam]

It's his Tay Steecles one - unless there was genuinely a bloke called Tony Steecles there.

 

[Tastycles]

Can you write on there that Tony Steecles hasn't got Facebook and he hasn't received the e-mail yet.

 

[Uncle Sam]

The prize is doing it again. I'll leave it up to you whether I get back to them or not.

 

[Tastycles]

Wasn't it VIP? I'll do anything if it's free.

 

[Uncle Sam]

PM me your e-mail address so I can share it with strangers on Facebook.

 

[Tastycles]

If you click on the little man under my rep bar, it shows you my e-mail address.

 

[Tastycles]

Monday: Tastycles starts new job
Thursday: Tastycles cuts the tag off a mattress.

Absolutely ridiculous.

 

[Uncle Sam]

Not the Scotch girl?

 

[Tastycles]

No but we will cease talking on that unprofessional event and big thanks to the big man upstairs (klunderbunker) for changing my post.

In other news my father had a heart attack and needs to have a heart bypass. As if that wasn't bad enough, I'm on a train on my way down to hospital to see him and am trapped in a table booth with two people on what appears to be a first date on a train through Woking.

 

[Uncle Sam]

I hope your dad is alright - or as alright as you can be after a heart attack. If you need someone to talk to, the couple on their first date on a train through Woking is probably a better bet than me, but I like to think I'm as emotionally mature as most people you could meet over the internet.

 

[Lee]

Sorry to hear that mate.

 

[The Butcher]

All my best to your old man, Tasty.

 

[Tastycles]

Tastycles + real job + Muslim Girlfriend = Lack of posting