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My friends insist upon playing this silly drinking game which involves singing and pulling odd faces. Frankly, I'd rather they stopped mucking about, because it cuts into my hard-earned boozing time. We played the game last
Wednesday and lost 4-0 at home. It was the worst home defeat since Chopper Kingston ate the goalkeeper in the Indian summer of
Mumbai. It was there, hidden behind a call centre, that I stumbled upon an ancient Hindhu temple. The swami, a former Bollywood star, beckoned me in. I was struck by his fingernails, which he had been growing as a sign of devotion to the god of
warm underwear fresh from the dryer. What a great god he was!! My underwear never felt
so damp before. Its not just damp but
soaked! I was embarrassed.
