@rallyboy has disappeared again! He’s either on holiday or Pap has done him in.
Inaugural owners meal.
Ice pick. Trotsky style.
@saintbletch and @goatboy are next, but don’t tell them. It’s a secret.
Goat. What have you done with him?
One minute I was having a drink with @pap and we were laughing about the ** ** Bletch summer deck shoe collection, and the next thing I know I’m scrambling out of a shallow grave on the moors with a handcarved I heart Brexit tat on my right arm…
I hid an open can of Bass Shandy underneath the table. Bletch passed out.
He wasn’t involved.
I should also point out that @goatboy was involved, but was misled.
After the ambulance had whisked @saintbletch off to get his stomach pumped, I managed to convince him it was @rallyboy 's birthday, and that it was his ultimate sexual fantasy was to be chloroformed, driven out to Devon and buried in an unmarked grave.
Goatboy didn’t want to do the drive, but changed his mind when I told him we could stop at a burger van on the A303.
@sfcsim was supposed to drive down and deliver the final blow, but as usual, was smited by the Gods of Travel, who fucked with his satnav and had him circling the M42 for nine hours.
Hope he’s okay - he’s one of the more sensible people around.