Foam.
Thursday 12 July 2007
After I left last night, the guy who was knocked out sparko started on not only our own park security, but the police as well. Seemed he panicked a bit when somebody asked him where he was staying - possibly thinking he might have punched himself unconscious, and thought he'd be on the safe side, and all that - and went into serious 'resisting arrest' mode. He didn't show up to the complex tonight. He's probably dead, let's face it.
There's talk going around of an upcoming after-hours team party, probably on a Sunday night. My missus will be thrilled.
Speaking of last Monday, one thing I forgot to mention was what happened to poor Bilbo. He drunk so much he passed out, and one of the bar staff thought it would be an absolute riot to cover him - and by 'cover', I mean cover - with shaving foam. You know, a bit like this:
He didn't even stir. Problem was, shortly before I left he suddenly got up, walked into the bathroom, and took a shower. In his clothes. And then came out naked. That shit ain't right.
There's a video on YouTube floating around. Allegedly.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:00 am
