So, there I was...
...after having a few pints in the local and me and Jimmy decided to head into town. One of our mates works as a barman in the Clarence Hotel, owned by U2 don'tcha know, so we sketched in there for a few late ones.
Anyway, we were sitting there and I could see this young girl giving me the eye. She wanders over a little later and says "Hey, I really love older men. I'm only here for another few hours. How about a night of passion?"
I clock from her accent that she's Australian but there's no way I'm falling for this trap. So I says "Isn't it past your bedtime, little girl? Look at you trying to fool older men to go to bed with you so the police can arrest them for paedophilia. You're a disgrace and quite honestly the police should be using someone better than you. You haven't even fully grown yet. You're only 5' tall, you've got no breasts and from behind you look like a schoolboy. Do I look like Michael Jackson or Darina Allen's husband to you? Go on, fuck off!"
She's shocked, looks like she's been slapped in the face, then bellows "Nobody treats Kylie Minogue like that!" before storming off.
"Jaysus, Twenty!", says Jimmy the Bollix. "You've rightly fucked it up there. Don't you know who that is?"
"Haven't a fucking clue, Jimmy," I says. "Now get me another fucking pint."
Anyway, we were sitting there and I could see this young girl giving me the eye. She wanders over a little later and says "Hey, I really love older men. I'm only here for another few hours. How about a night of passion?"
I clock from her accent that she's Australian but there's no way I'm falling for this trap. So I says "Isn't it past your bedtime, little girl? Look at you trying to fool older men to go to bed with you so the police can arrest them for paedophilia. You're a disgrace and quite honestly the police should be using someone better than you. You haven't even fully grown yet. You're only 5' tall, you've got no breasts and from behind you look like a schoolboy. Do I look like Michael Jackson or Darina Allen's husband to you? Go on, fuck off!"
She's shocked, looks like she's been slapped in the face, then bellows "Nobody treats Kylie Minogue like that!" before storming off.
"Jaysus, Twenty!", says Jimmy the Bollix. "You've rightly fucked it up there. Don't you know who that is?"
"Haven't a fucking clue, Jimmy," I says. "Now get me another fucking pint."














For the last six weeks i've been off work with a broken leg and and arm,i was run over by a drunk driver.But the struggle to get to the computer every day to read your brilliant blog is worth it as for a few minutes i can forget the pain.All the best to you.
Posted by
Molly |
9:53 AM
I'm glad to help alleviate your suffering, Molly. What about the itching under the casts though? Does it help you forget about them or are you scratching away with a knitting needle?
Drunk drivers are cunts. I don't have a car. I'd never be able to dirve it anyway.
Did they catch him?
Posted by
Twenty Major |
12:06 PM
It was a she. I saw the foul deed happen.
Kylie Minogue was still reeling from your comments when she left the pub and hopped into her car.
From the way she was talking to herself when she drove past me I could see she didn't feel the bump or even notice Molly crashing to the ground in her rearview mirror.
Posted by
John |
4:17 PM
Sorry, I don't know this. Who is Kylie Minogue?
Posted by
red molly |
5:39 PM
Heh Molly. Apparently neither does Twenty. The blog post these comments live under should explain it!
Posted by
John |
6:04 PM
Something similar happened to me a while back. I was sat in the saloon bar of my local fetish club, sucking down my eighth Slippery Nipple, when who should sit down next to me but pint-sized Aussie poplet Natalie Imbruglia? Well, of course, she started giving it all that with the suggestive comments and the bouncy li’l titties and the invitation to come relieve myself in her dwarfish, big-eyed company.
Sadly though, I did not have your forbearance; I went and stuffed her a good ‘un, only to find out later that she was an eight year old mental retard who had escaped from a local ‘home’. I had assumed that the dribbling and the vacant stare were down to drunkenness. I ended up doing six years inside for that.
I saw her in the street a few days ago. She was still walking like she had a brick in her knickers.
We’re going out for dinner tomorrow.
Posted by
Mister Whiskers |
6:52 PM
Why are all Aussie pop stars "pint-sized" and "child-like". Don't they fucking eat properly?
I'd give that Kylie something to choke on, though.
Posted by
Mosher |
7:04 PM
It's no fun molestin them when they asks for it.
A real man cries during sex from all the Mace.
Posted by
Bane |
1:15 AM
This post has hit a new low, I applaud all of ya.
Posted by
Tommy |
4:23 AM
And still I'm laughing!
To answer your question Twenty,no casts due to the metal plate in my leg and pin in my arm.Yes they did catch him.He was insured and the compensation will be something to look forward to.
Now off you go to your fantasies about Kylie you manky lot.
Posted by
Molly |
8:02 AM
I ain't fantasising about Kylie. Much. She's too skinny. I'd break her.
Molly, glad they caught the cunt. If you find out where he lives, I'm sure we can arrange for him to have a similar "accident". Mate of mine got knocked off his bike a couple of months ago by some little shit who was driving uninsured in his brother's car. The scrote gvce a fake phone number before racing off.
The fact that it was rush hour in the middle of a town centre didn't register with him. 50 witnesses gave the same reg number to the police and his brother grassed him up right away. Thing is, no insurance means it's a bugger getting anything out of him and my mate came close to losing his (new) job due to the time off.
Tell you what - I'll clobber the fucknut who ran you ove, if you organise someone to nail that bastard. No link then ;)
Posted by
Mosher |
10:16 PM
That just touches the cockles of my heart, Mosher. If more people thought (and acted) like that, this old world would be a far better place.
Posted by
Bane |
4:00 AM
Mosher,sorry to read about your friend.I hope he wasn't too badly hurt.There's no link from me as I don't have a blog if that's what you meant.Yours is also one of my favourites.Thanks for the support!
I don't suppose Twenty bargained for this lot of comments when he started that last post.
Posted by
Molly |
8:00 AM
Molly - Martin's back at work after a couple of month soff with a broken leg and arm. It's a pain in the arse having to take the little chav through court, though. I'd like to wait till the cash thing's been settled then run the twat over.
By "link" I mean, no connection between your driver getting twatted and my mate's hit'n'runner having his legs broke. Would just be pure coincidence, like ;)
Posted by
Mosher |
2:27 PM
mosher,sorry I misunderstood you,somedays the hamster in my head takes a rest.Glad you mate is ok though.Today I was told it would be 6 months before I get back to work.Either I take up blogging or find someone to fantasise over.Not Kylie though.
Posted by
Molly |
5:20 PM
Or hobble through the net underworld looking for a hitman!
Posted by
Molly |
5:23 PM
twenty you suck, old queen, piece of shit like you.
Posted by
Anonymous |
8:00 PM