So I beat the bloody wanker with a Shitsu.
Yeah, so I was stumbling back to my dorm room after a night of drinking, and came upon a man playing a licorice whip. A licorice whip you might say? "Sounds like you had a few too many pints, eh?" one might reply. No, mind you, this man played the licorice whip, and did it quite well.
He seemed to be quite puzzled at me as I swayed in the night air marveling at his musical mastery. He didn't seem amused by my slow, but meticulous drooling and proceeded to insult me.<.p>
"Step off you dirty hoser," he conveyed to me.<.p>
What was I to do? So I beat the bloody wanker with a Shitsu.