Fyp jimmy m8.Woke up this morning on a strangers couch, no idea where i was head pounding. my arse as dry as sandpaper,
The sitting room door opens this woman looks in and screams, she runs back upnstairs and i hear her shout to the husband...theres a fella on the couch,
Next i hear red and blues voice..thats jimmy i brought him back this morning, put on a couple of fries there love,
she peplied...what did your last slave die of,? I got dressed and red and blue came in and said come on kid we are meeting
bluesball in the welcome inn,
could be a long week.