RSM's office, When on Guard, on a saturday, In Berlin. The Only dude in BHQ was the duty sig, When he went for his meal, one of the guard had to watch the phones, so the sig routed them to the RSM phone. Ones gentelmans sauce was left in the RSM's waste paper bin. No salt
In the sea in the maldives, I was young and there was a chick next to me sunbathing and she kept rubbing oil on herself so had to do the only thing a young lad can and find some where quiet...anyway...as i bolted a hefty sum of man fat a fish came up and bit the end of my fella..fcuk me ! jump ! I dug a trench up the beach, couldn't get out quick enough..never again !
I'd have to say thats a toss up between the Queensmans Mum's Face and the Napier's Dad's ARRSE. I couldn't tell you which was most fun as they both look very similar. Especially when covered in my gissum.