Another shitty one was that time Kelley was in London and she kept pming me to go for a curry, finally I agreed but she was on the back end of a lunatic session and could barely hold a menu because she was shaking like a shitting dog.
Anyway, she started ordering all sorts of random shit in this Brick Lane curryhouse, saying stuff like ācan you just make me an all day breakfast with lots of sausages, I donāt think I can handle a curryā. In the end, I had to explain to her that they are all Muslim and definitely wonāt have bacon and sausages, in the end she agreed to a Samber as theyāre not too violently hot. Then she made me go out and get some cans of lager because the restaurant didnāt have any, she polished off the curry and the lager and let out a massive rasping fart.
Then asked a cockney how she could get to āLie-cester Squareā. The End.
