Total protonic reversal
// April 14th, 2009 // 5 Comments » // waffle
"Aw shit I really should’ve gone before we left that kip" said Jay. "I’m gonna burst a pipe".
"Yeah nuthin’s open, no taxis, and no public jacks for miles" said Sean "No wonder this city smells of piss".
"Next lane?"
"Too right"
If that lane was two miles away, the lads would have held on, but it wasn’t far at all and the closer they got, the more their bladders felt like a pufferfish after swallowing a bath.
They started to run but it was a funny kinda run. You know the one; more of a dance, knees knocking together, fists clenched and their foreheads sweating piss.
They made it to the top of the lane: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH". Like Lennon and McCartney, in perfect chorus. Then Johnner comes running up the Lane screaming at the top of his lungs. "N0000000000000000000000000".
"What the f….?"
"Noooooooooooooo,
S-T-O-P!!!!"
"D–O–N–T
C—R—O—S–S
S—-T—-R—-E—-A—-M—-S!!!!"
"Oh for fucks sake Johhner have you been watching Ghostbusters again? You made me piss all over me jeans ya big muppet"
"Eh, sorry"
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If you liked that you might like “Your number’s up mate” and “Corky”
