We used to take a 4 pack of Skol to whoever's house we were next at and they would take it to the next get together this went on for about two years until i got back to the tight arsed git who brought it in the firdt place, who fucked things up by drinking them. They must have been flat by that time.
My mate Carlos still has a can of, ahem, 'Fritz' lager (?) that we first bought from the corner shop before a student party in Wood Street, Walthamstow in 1985.
We used to put it out at every event we hosted or attended. And no-one ever opened it.
He has subsequently taken it to parties all around the world.
Lovely stuff Mr H. But I feel the Bloody Mary I am sipping does not do this track justice.
ReplyDeleteHave a good one companero.
and there's me with a bottle of bourbon giving me the eye
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Red, red wine, stay close to me...
ReplyDeleteHalf a can of flat Skol, don't let me be alone...
ReplyDeleteThey still make that?
ReplyDeleteQuiet tonight lads.
ReplyDeleteWe used to take a 4 pack of Skol to whoever's house we were next at and they would take it to the next get together this went on for about two years until i got back to the tight arsed git who brought it in the firdt place, who fucked things up by drinking them. They must have been flat by that time.
My mate Carlos still has a can of, ahem, 'Fritz' lager (?) that we first bought from the corner shop before a student party in Wood Street, Walthamstow in 1985.
ReplyDeleteWe used to put it out at every event we hosted or attended. And no-one ever opened it.
He has subsequently taken it to parties all around the world.
Its ring pull remains - unpulled.
For you Fritz, the party is over. Schnell schnell
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely. I'm all out of my own bourbon though, so I'll have to mooch off Ally if she'll let me.
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