Sorry, I've just not been able to show my face round here lately.
 

I wasted 5 subs on french players 2 days ago, in euro fantasy game and there isnt even a 3rd v 4th game
.:fist:

I also shat the bed on Thursday night after a long day on the meadows. Well no that's an exaggeration actually. So I need to come clean, or run to get clean, I dunno.

But I dribbled a bit in my jeans, scared to just whap it out and do it. To relieve the brewdogs intake.(triples btw) I couldnt do that, so sort of skipped left and right a bit like a wounded deer demanding I just use the lamppost, but no, it was only 6pm, and rather active with joggers. So I dribbled, I did, I dribbled, dribbled and held though. With a slight wet patch. That I obviously couldnt walk into the golfing tavern past the drinkers, to the toilet to finish off what hadnt been slightly let loose onto my bottom half attire.

So a tree it was, one I'd obviously used during the first 9 holes twice, and one that used to be within a lost ball excuse walking distance. But this time was different. This time I was miles away from it, hand on crutch, to both stop the wee, and hide the wee..a man who had already consumed 4 decent sized home baked edibles.(chocolate brownie shaped) eyes popping out from the stress, hand on critch, I could see them, the people at the front of the pub, all taking a deep breath, the brave taking videos or photos. **** you all, I didnt want to shout, but I did, uncontrollably. Felt stupid.

But got to the tree, and let loose, ahhh, have that. Have that in all your faces was what I imagined as my once gaping eyes slowly closed and my head slowly lifted as I stood with a satisfying grin, as I relieved both myself and the dehydrated looking elm tree that eagerly soaked up my steaming brewdog piss.

I also got beat 4/3, was 4 up going into the final 9.

I will be back, this time with a large bottle