U.D.I's

U.D.I's

Woke up Sunday morning on the couch with a bruised knuckle and a recollection of visiting only three bars in Newcastle. Non of my mates said i hit anyone/thing, so naturally i put it down to an unidentified drinking injury.
I went to make some scran before only to find the microwave out of action and sporting a hefty dent. The twat must've spilled me pint

stop telling stories jackanory

Thing is though, its usually the fridge that gets a kicking!