It began when I talked about my other half coming home pissed off his face. Not gramatically correct, but K claims to think that I said someone had peed on his face. I think he just wanted to share this little story with us...
"You know those big town houses in London where you can see the bottom windows through bars on the floor? Well me and my mate were drunk one night and we really needed to pee. And we could see a kitchen sink through the bars. So we started to pee anyway and half way through the light goes on! We had to run away, and because we were drunk, we'd decided to pull our trousers right down to the bottom."
To which CD said, "I can safely say that if that was my flat, I would've gone out there with a carving knife."
Good to know there are still people out willing to chop up others who pee on their windows.
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