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Originally posted by Donut:
In the first round I demolished my opponent. After 6 or 7 well placed bashes his conker was stripped from the string and slowly rolled across the floor. Calling out 'stamps' his conker was crushed beneath my heel.
In the second round I was pitted against the new barmaid. It was her first night in the pub so I immediately set out to intimidate her 'Do you know who I am?' I boomed. She is about 4ft 10in tall so I deliberately towered over her (at 6ft 1) in an attempt to put the fear of god into her.
I started well, with a few hefty blows, she managed to hit mine once. Then as I smahed her conker for the sixth time my own nut burst into very small pieces and I went away defeated, just managing to mutter 'well done' to my tiny opponent.
Never mind - there's always next year! 
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A lucky finesse, no doubt!
Well, I'm burning with curiousity...how'd she do in the next round?
Cheers,
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