An intrepid piece of cocknockery took place this Saturday last. 9 idiots embarked from a few train stations and convened on Afjannerstan, Exeter the objective, with as much off-road between as was possible/reasonable ( in our view ).
and this ‘train’ takes to the air how?
picturesque Plymouth Station.
seafront Gnar. all ladies, and some men, became pregnant almost instantly, ovulating or not, after coming just a little too close.
left to right:
‘i’m nearly five months gone, tha knoaws’
‘look, we can climb the widowmaker easily if i fashion this into a sail’
‘get the bitch fighting done, then i’ll tell you which way we’re going’
‘it’s this way, you ‘tards’
‘i eat a lot of spinach. is there any in my teeth?’
oh excellent. a nice grassy climb. 🙄
‘i’m eating for two, alright?’
‘all it really needs is a little Spaff. allow me’
‘look into the eyes, not around the eyes’
actual size.
this is about halfway. Warren House Inn in the background.