Good Day.

Hello All.

My name's Paul, and sometimes I post a blog on here.

To clear up any confusion, I never slept with the fat chick. I cleverly faked crippling stomach pains and managed to sleep in the spare bed.

Part of me wondered what it would be like to sleep against such a massive soft - object. The other part of me basically being sick over myself for all the terrible thoughts, so I figured I made the right choice.

This Satuday me and Captain K will be cycling across three miles of country lanes, deep in the sticks, to a pub called the blue flame. I say pub, it's actually a mans house, which he thought he'd turn into a pub one day.

The injuries I'm probably going to sustain whilst cycling under the influence will make AWESOME blog material.

Hooray for internal injury...