Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 8:08 am
Bumped into an old m8 in Weatherspoons yesterday and he introduced me and my wife to his new ladyfriend. Getting on so well until the dinner came ( they weren't eating ) got the mustard bottle aimed at my gammon and squeezed the squirty bottle, a liittle to hard i reckon because it shot out covering the poor lady from head to toe in hot mustard, yes they left us to eat alone. At least it was English mustard :;): :p
