Another story about a perplexed American.



We were on a car trip out to the US west coast. Stopped at a restaurant somewhere in Montana or Wyoming. Waitress picked up on our accents. "You're from out east aren't you?". "Yes, we're living in Chicago but we're from further east than that". "Oh, New York then?". "No, much further east". Silence, puzzled look, then "But there isn't anywhere further east."

I wasn't smiling either when we pitched up at the Westgate curry house to find that they'd vacated the building.

Well then you should have taken my advice and, err. Actually you did.

Gosh. He sounds like a mate you could be proud of

Nah.



He was full of sho!te!

Wizeb reminds me of a story from Uni invoving a complete anaimal of a lad from Hull called Mark who lived in the same flat in halls as one of my mates. They had an ongoing friendly bit of one-upmanship with some lads in another flat whereby each flat would sneak in to the others knowing they were in the hall bar and nick their booze or sabotage something ( e.g. bedding soaked in water, placed in a bin bag and then in a chest freezer). During one of these raids Mark curled one off into a casserole dish and put it in the oven at 180C. The now carbonised turd was only found the following evening when someone went to put a pie in the oven!