Two weeks ago, a bunch of us went out. We got hammered. I blogged about it. My mate Nick got wedgied and his jocks snapped. They were hung from a flagpole outside the pub, in a forage of paisley fabric and limp elastic. Bless. Two weeks later they are still there.
No one daren't touch them.
Over the last week, bets were taken. Greg is willing to pay Nic R3 000 (250 quid, $500) if they are still there by the end of the year. It's possible. Nic is giving R5 a DAY to a charity of my choice should they last. It's turning into a bun fight over bun holders.
So I made a tribute. A blog on Typepad (because I don't want all my mates tracing this blog) to his briefs, entitled 'Nic Doc's Jocks.'
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