So Saturday night and I chose to drive, I had been cutting my garden back and running around with a jack daniels headache a lot of the day, saw my mate jenny and lounged in starbucks for hours, chatting about the universe, so that helped shake part of it....
So a 21st Party in Burnley with the Zante massive, I let paul drive me baby there, we said hello, stayed for at least 30 mins then hit Rochdale massive, now that is full of classsy women .. and some right mullets as well (see other posts about mullets)
So highlight of the night, I drove back via Heywood and the boys wanted to stop and play, so rather than leave me baby to be spat, scratched and abused I baby sat and gave Sexy San a call, chew the fat, see if that smile was anywhere to be seen.....so chatting about out pet hates and chavocity, when the boys are running, paul has a beer in his hand, bang start the car, they are fallig into it (not the best car to try and jump in as getting a 6ft tall person in the back is a circus act)...I hit the accelerator and away we go.....
Apparently they had been chatting to some attractive lovely ladies, and the whole of the local hoodie population took offence, so much so that resorting to grunting.......
I pissed myself.....
And thus ended up in Cheetham hill, kebab (lovely one chicken shish) then banged into Hyper speed through salfrod and trafford park home.....
