on a recent boys weekend away to st helens , to catch up with an old buddy of ours , one of the lads became smitten with a little fox we bumped into/spilt beer on in the pub , now i had the only other bed in the house apart from the owner , and by the end of the evening he had offered me a hundred quid to "borrow" my room... being a mate i obviously told him to kiss my swingers , but relented in the end and he slinked off early (baaaaaaaaaad mistake) so obviously the talk turned to wether he'd got his back wheels in yet , and the general consensus was "not if we can help it" the fact that he had chipped , and she had left her mate (who looked like beaker from the muppet show and was about as much fun as having your prostate squeezed by a pair of pliers) condemned "mitch" to whatever he had coming. so , after a very grown up game of "fight club" in the back of the black cab we decided to sneak upstairs and chuck him out of the flat.... now , 5 drunk blokes trying to sneak sounds like one cupboard full of pots and pans being emptied out of a window so the f*cker did what any big brave bloke would do , he threw her at us and screamed like a girl and hid until we grabbed him and pulled his naked wriggling carcass down the stairs and out of the flat (she had a cracking set of norks by the way) After several forefeits (including star jumps, burpees and my personal favourite hop,and bark like a dog) we relented and let him back in where he went upstairs sulking and walked his new love home. before we left Garry's we thanked him for the weekend by cutting the feet off all his socks and departed back towards the bright lights of southern England ..... but Mitch had forgotten to get her number hadn't he... so he phones Garry , who not surprisingly told him to get f*cked in the tone of a sockless man....... unless................ he recieved a picture of our very own casanova , in the buff and holding a sign saying " I AM A HOMO"......surely below any mans threshold of shame...even when Garry promised faithfully he wouldn't show anyone you'd think so wouldn't you. so imagine my delight when today i recieved in my inbox that very picture, which was hysterical in itself , but what makes it double funny is the fact Mitch has got a hernia and one of his plums is the size and colour of a mongs head. what levels have you stooped to to get your nuts in ??