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Mr. B and Me


Mr B. or to others who have not had the pleasure of his hand in marriage, Mr Big Inflatable banana.

Brought from Wells next to the sea, Mr B. provided great entertainment on North Norfolk adventure 2002.

He can play many games including pool and table football (which he is exceptionally good at beating myself, Randy and Chris at it all at once)

He spent much of his time reading newspapers in the corner of the TV lounge to the surprise of many other youth hostelling type chappies/hippies.

He enjoyed his swims in the sea and loved having coffee with us. Our friendship with Mr B. grew so much that Chris started to become excluded from the group and sat by himself on many occasions when we had coffee.

But on the day of our leaving Mr B. had to die to fit in the car so he was deflated. He had a lot to drink the night before and we found him stretched over a pool table. He was also nearly left behind in the hostel when we left because we forgot him but I ran back heroically and saved him from a young child with a small penis.

But Mr. B will rise again! You can count on that.

Jameson
@Mr B’s death bed



Written by Various Jameson
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