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My worst clothing related accident has to be having a very large bird crap on me. Picture the scene, a lovely day in a quaint little public garden in York. Lounging on the grass whispering sweet nothings with a loved one...when *thump* something slapped me on the back...I had a little feel my back and soon wished I hadn't...biggest, greenest, bird crap I have every experienced, it was almost spiritual...so I had to walk back to the hotel like that...so count your blessing rips are but a flesh wound |
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