phill_fisher
Offerings
One month and one day since Paul passed through the gates, he had made his home in the new lands, Mystical, transcendental and Utopic surrounded by fair maidens all willing to appease this mysterious wanderer from lands afar. As the new chief of the tribe of buxom beauties Paul decided to celebrate his month long stay by allowing his subjects to bring him offerings.
Disappointed by the lack of pork scratchings and "Pints of Mild" Paul threw a wobbly and left, trudging back through the gates, his phone suddenly vibrated, 15 voicemail messages, all from his wife.
"Paul, we need more kitchen roll, I ran out of it mopping up the cat sick"
"Paul where are you , the house smells of vomit"
he hung up after listening to a few more, before sighing as he looked out upon the desolate landscape in front of him, He knew the journey home would be long but it wouldn't be as bad as a month with out pork scratchings.
First outings of the new year with the LACE lads.
Offerings
One month and one day since Paul passed through the gates, he had made his home in the new lands, Mystical, transcendental and Utopic surrounded by fair maidens all willing to appease this mysterious wanderer from lands afar. As the new chief of the tribe of buxom beauties Paul decided to celebrate his month long stay by allowing his subjects to bring him offerings.
Disappointed by the lack of pork scratchings and "Pints of Mild" Paul threw a wobbly and left, trudging back through the gates, his phone suddenly vibrated, 15 voicemail messages, all from his wife.
"Paul, we need more kitchen roll, I ran out of it mopping up the cat sick"
"Paul where are you , the house smells of vomit"
he hung up after listening to a few more, before sighing as he looked out upon the desolate landscape in front of him, He knew the journey home would be long but it wouldn't be as bad as a month with out pork scratchings.
First outings of the new year with the LACE lads.