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.