Inspired by FTY's recent encounter with Father Beatdown, can you recall times that you have had the snot beaten out of you or maybe you were the extracter of said snot? I'll start.
I was on hoiday in Spain and got very drunk, getting separated from my herd, so to speak. I saw a dude in the club that looked exactly like a Polish care assistant I used to work with at the hospital. At least I thought they were similar looking, I was pretty pissed. Anyway, excited at the coincidence, I go up to greet him, holding out my hand for a high five. Before I got the "h" out in hello, I was clocked square in the jaw with a right hook. I was trying to explain it was me, the guy from the hospital, when he caught me clean on the jaw with a second punch.
Unfortunately for me, my care assistant friend and his apparent doppelganger had one thing very much in common, in that they were both built like brick poohuts and, while I was too drunk to feel anything at the time, I was essentially on a liquid diet for the rest of the holiday, munching only on soft burgers and chips.
I was on hoiday in Spain and got very drunk, getting separated from my herd, so to speak. I saw a dude in the club that looked exactly like a Polish care assistant I used to work with at the hospital. At least I thought they were similar looking, I was pretty pissed. Anyway, excited at the coincidence, I go up to greet him, holding out my hand for a high five. Before I got the "h" out in hello, I was clocked square in the jaw with a right hook. I was trying to explain it was me, the guy from the hospital, when he caught me clean on the jaw with a second punch.
Unfortunately for me, my care assistant friend and his apparent doppelganger had one thing very much in common, in that they were both built like brick poohuts and, while I was too drunk to feel anything at the time, I was essentially on a liquid diet for the rest of the holiday, munching only on soft burgers and chips.
