Arthur
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....well it was crazy night, had been out with guys on an almighty drink-a-thon session, I mean I must have had half a babysham and 3 (yes in true vidiprinter style when the number is that large THREE) cans of top deck all to myself.
Being true blue gunner gooner red blooded crazy males we had to round the evening off with a large in take of MEAT! What with us all being crazy guys and the Seagullys biggest footy fans the only option we had was Albino kebabs. I wasn't going to be out done by anyone, proving my manliness I ordered the largest portion of meat as quickly as he could administer it. A few minutes later I was ready to tuck into the mixture of pork sword, lamb cobblers and chicken giblets with only a dash of salad (as I'm a real man and don't eat rabbit food) but tons of chilli sauce.
I re joined the street only to have my meat mountain cruelly taken away by a combination of a swift sea breeze and my inability to handle my Kaliber.
I didn't cry in front of the lads but inside I was hurting! My meaty dreams had been taken away from me in the most horrible of fashions!
It was a quiet taxi ride home that evening.
RIP Albion Kebab - forever in my (wet) dreams!
Being true blue gunner gooner red blooded crazy males we had to round the evening off with a large in take of MEAT! What with us all being crazy guys and the Seagullys biggest footy fans the only option we had was Albino kebabs. I wasn't going to be out done by anyone, proving my manliness I ordered the largest portion of meat as quickly as he could administer it. A few minutes later I was ready to tuck into the mixture of pork sword, lamb cobblers and chicken giblets with only a dash of salad (as I'm a real man and don't eat rabbit food) but tons of chilli sauce.
I re joined the street only to have my meat mountain cruelly taken away by a combination of a swift sea breeze and my inability to handle my Kaliber.
I didn't cry in front of the lads but inside I was hurting! My meaty dreams had been taken away from me in the most horrible of fashions!
It was a quiet taxi ride home that evening.
RIP Albion Kebab - forever in my (wet) dreams!