Well put it this way...the walls were covered in eggs, ketchup, toothpaste, and I do believe that Royal paid a visit to write his name on one door....in his own faeces. A lot of beers were drunk, whiskies were downed, and bottles of gin and schnapps were thrown at each other as things got a bit heated. It all calmed down however, after Fenster was about to throw a bottle of Courvisier at me, and I yelled "NOOOO! Don't do it!"Originally Posted by The Magic Man
The reason El Gamo took longer to come over to this side was that me and Fenster tied him up and left him locked in a cupboard.![]()
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