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I wish thee all a Merry Christmas at nopesport.com
can anybody tell me how to post images onto the forum of my hard drive?
wanna tease you all with what I've been up too here in Utah..
can anybody tell me how to post images onto the forum of my hard drive?
wanna tease you all with what I've been up too here in Utah..
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Chrimbo in Basra
Well fella's that was a rare Chrimbo eve here in Basra last night. It started of slow with a quiz and then a wee Iti party with wine and that. Wasn't much banter but I got a few drinks down the hatch. We then headed over to the main palace building for a rare sesh of carol singing in the in the big man sadam's old bedroom. Good Scottish priest who had some good banter. Sang well and it was the begining to a good night. Headed back to our compound in the golf carts bouncing them off the walls before getting back to the bar for a few more booooojjjwaaaas and carnage, dancing and tom foolery. Then the bar shut at one, but I was prepared, the previous day I'd got in the supplies from my contacts, 3 crates of beer, a bottle of rum, a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka, nice. So we headed back to my hooch, but on the way my self and two others got side tracked by an old Iraqi dumper truck that was on the building site where they are building new rooms. It was an ancient thing with a crank start. I gave the key to some one else to get the party going and we got on the dumper truck. After ten minutes our drunken minds got the thing going and we were away, driving the truck around the camp at half one in the morning. Funny as fook a tell thee. Went for a few bevvies, got the party going then half three we thought it'd be a good idea to take the dumper for a wee spin again, so off we went and got it going, 10 guys on the dumper flying round the place, until I decided to pull a wee handle which tipped everyone out the bucket onto the ground, hehe, funny as, everyone bundling out in a drunken heap. Quality. Hoping to continue the banter tonight but got a bit of work to do today first.
MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL
Love
Asian
MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL
Love
Asian
You can't expect to reach the top without a little climbing!
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Asian - light green
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my ozzy xmas
things were pretty mental over here to. we had our staff xmas do ( i am working for a catering company, who says a degree can't get you anywhere). So we are having a few crownies (ozzy beer) and thigns are going great. Now, I've been working for this company for about 8 weeks, so a wee look back to the beginning and the 2nd job i did for them: it was just me and a chef on the 25th floor of a skyscaper in perth city centre. i am sorting things out in the kitchen waiting for the chef to arrive, and when she does she is hot, hot, hot. I flirt relentlessly to receive little more than a polite smile that masks what she is probably thinking (er, 'twat' springs to mind). Anyway, i never see her again because she leaves the company and is cast from my memory bank as i continue my english backpackers hunt for quality schmoo. Jumping back to a couple of days ago however, and we are back at the xmas party. theres a live band, loads of piss and its going great.. then lo and behold, the chef from way back turns up... her name is paula - quarter portugese, quarter irish, half malaysian... an interesting mix. I return to my flirting mission and fantastic, I'm getting somewhere... a sneak round the corner for some fooling around and then back to the party when it all starts to unravel - she gets well drunk and heads off to puke in the toilets! doh! being a gentleman (alright, alright, nope off...) I look after her, then when we return to the party, everyone has gone... my night is in pieces - stuck in a bloody car park with a pissed girl who can hardly stand up, all my mates somewhere else in a pub! All i can do is take her back to her house in a taxi. Now this girl is seriously leathered - i'm helping her to walk, so i have to go with her in the taxi. she falls asleep and i have to navigate for the driver using his A-Z. jeez. we get back and I put her on her bed and assess the situation. I am 35km from my place (perth is a spread out city) with not much money, its 10.30pm, i'm half cut and I've got to work at 9am... luckily i've got work clothes with me, so i figure i'll just crash in her lounge. I'm just about to do this when her mobile rings.. I pick it up and it says 'private number'. I decide i've got to answer it - it could be her mates wondering whether she is ok/alive. the conversation goes as follows.
me: hello paula's phone, ben speaking
mystery woman: who? what?
me: this is paula's phone, and its ben speaking. I'm her workmate.
mystery woman: can I speak to paula please?
me: who's speaking please?
mystery woman: it's her mother.
jobby! jobby! OH jobby!
me: ah. well actually paula's had a bit too much to drink and she's passed out on the bed.
IDIOT! whatever happened to bullshitting?! IDIOT!
paula's mum: what?!!
so basically the conversation involved a stressed mum and a blithering idiot - me. You can only imagine what she must have been thinking - my daughter is passed out on the bed and a weird drunk english guy is in the room with her. Within ten minutes there's a knock at the door and her parents turn up! i jobby you not, my night has deteriorated this much. it's 10.45 and I am sitting half cut in a living room 35km from my house with the father of a semi-conscious drunk girl i hardly know, while her mother looks after her in the bedroom. And why did her mother phone? They own a rare chinese tree that blooms once a year for two hours, and of every friggin 2 hours in the whole year it can possibly choose to bloom, it chooses the 2 hours when I am standing over their wasted daughter pissed off my nut.
yet incredibly, this is where my fortunes started to turn., because her parents are classic! just dead nice folk - me and her dad talk jobby for about an hour, and then even start getting into a bottle of red wine! then mum comes and joins us! we chat for about an hour, its decided that I should sleep on a mattress in the lounge. Paula is feeling better, she's showered and drunk loads of water, and has gone back to sleep. So her parents leave, and I figure I'll just pop through to see if paula is okay in her room... her first words? 'get into bed!'
the rest, as they say, is history...
hope you're all having some mad adventures too... keep it real, and keep up the carnage.
the dover
me: hello paula's phone, ben speaking
mystery woman: who? what?
me: this is paula's phone, and its ben speaking. I'm her workmate.
mystery woman: can I speak to paula please?
me: who's speaking please?
mystery woman: it's her mother.
jobby! jobby! OH jobby!
me: ah. well actually paula's had a bit too much to drink and she's passed out on the bed.
IDIOT! whatever happened to bullshitting?! IDIOT!
paula's mum: what?!!
so basically the conversation involved a stressed mum and a blithering idiot - me. You can only imagine what she must have been thinking - my daughter is passed out on the bed and a weird drunk english guy is in the room with her. Within ten minutes there's a knock at the door and her parents turn up! i jobby you not, my night has deteriorated this much. it's 10.45 and I am sitting half cut in a living room 35km from my house with the father of a semi-conscious drunk girl i hardly know, while her mother looks after her in the bedroom. And why did her mother phone? They own a rare chinese tree that blooms once a year for two hours, and of every friggin 2 hours in the whole year it can possibly choose to bloom, it chooses the 2 hours when I am standing over their wasted daughter pissed off my nut.
yet incredibly, this is where my fortunes started to turn., because her parents are classic! just dead nice folk - me and her dad talk jobby for about an hour, and then even start getting into a bottle of red wine! then mum comes and joins us! we chat for about an hour, its decided that I should sleep on a mattress in the lounge. Paula is feeling better, she's showered and drunk loads of water, and has gone back to sleep. So her parents leave, and I figure I'll just pop through to see if paula is okay in her room... her first words? 'get into bed!'
the rest, as they say, is history...
hope you're all having some mad adventures too... keep it real, and keep up the carnage.
the dover
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