I rode the fattest chick ever the night we beat Sheffield Wednesday in the first cup final in 93. I don't wish to be rude or size-ist but she was hideous and about the size of about 2 people but any port in a storm and all that. Naturally with the celebrations and the day out at Wembley I was very drunk.
Anyhow waking on the Monday morning and firstly realising what I had done, and then realising I was going to be late for work I panicked somewhat however she offered to drop me home, Stroud Green Road to Wightman Road.
Just as we pulled up all my housemates walked out on their own way to work and my deed was noted, my reputation in tatters.





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