See, it all began with Charles (Beano's resident drag queen) making some sort of suggestive comment concerning my 'ginger bush', and while I knew he was just doing it because, y'know, queens gotta be fierce, I figured I'd one-up him by unbuckling my belt as if I was about to produce said 'ginger bush', but not really, because I was at work, and that's when a customer walked in, so I ended up trapped at the till as a line-up grew, and that's why, for about twenty to thirty minutes last night, I was serving customers with my pants around my ankles.
Don't even. You can't touch this one. It is both awesome and shameful.
But not as awe-inspiring/shame-inducing as watching this:
I swear to god I have no idea where it came from; all I know is that if I had to watch it, then so did you.
(Have you submitted a sentence to The Straw yet? Why not? Do you hate Josh are something? Do you wanna be known as the only internetter who's anti-semite? Don't tempt us, we'll go there!)
I have had too much to drink. Good night.
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