French wankers! No problems at Dover, you can't take drugs across the water but the British have no problem with hookers in the boot. Unfortunately when we hit Calais Marie started screaming again and some French ponce insisted I open the boot.
The stench was unimaginable. A mixture of piss, shit and Chicken McNuggets. I still love her though. Anyway, I explained to Mr French Ponce why Marie was in the boot and that Percy the Pimp was after me. He said he understood but couldn't allow me into France.
So here we are again, sat in McDonalds car park in Dover. Where do I go from here? Will Marie still love me when this is all over? Will Percy kill me? Will Homebase ever take the ironing-board back?
The stench was unimaginable. A mixture of piss, shit and Chicken McNuggets. I still love her though. Anyway, I explained to Mr French Ponce why Marie was in the boot and that Percy the Pimp was after me. He said he understood but couldn't allow me into France.
So here we are again, sat in McDonalds car park in Dover. Where do I go from here? Will Marie still love me when this is all over? Will Percy kill me? Will Homebase ever take the ironing-board back?