We went out for my mum's birthday and my dad got trolleyed and terrorised us all. Here he is telling Ashley about his ideal night out, which would involve a lot of richly carved furniture and public indecency.
Haha! Then he said that he really fancied some cannabis, and he asked us to confirm that it was colloquially known as s***. Then he asked us all several times each if we knew what it smelled like. Also he wouldn't stop smoking in my pregnant sister's face, in a no-smoking restaurant.
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