Occurs the morning after a good lash on the wife
beater (Stella Artois)and doner
kebab. Confident crop dusting in
the office is soon bought to a halt, when ones' kex are suddenly and explosively filled with gelatinous clarts.
Sorry lads, I'm going to have to leave the course because I've just
loaded my undercrackers with Squidgy Pyapps. It
feels like a flock of sparrows have just landed.