gold plated

thing was we'd all been s**tting in holes in the desert or sun baked boiling hot portaloos for the weeks leading up to the invasion so a proper tom tit on a proper plumbed in bog was always going to be a pretty spesh occasion anyway but to get first dibs on saddfam's pot was a thing of incredible beauty. conversely, when we bowled up at basra airport the dirty bastard retreating iraqi's had shat everywhere as a thoughtful welcome card for us, in cupboards, beds, store rooms, aircon units even in an old railway carriage randomly parked at the back of the terminal. churlish t**ts.

Posted By: Tombs, Feb 28, 12:44:00