All comics by Berty

 

Friday nights alright for ... pretty much anything really by Berty 3-16-02
At the beginning of the evening Ian endeavours to locate his companions in debauchery. Initiate oggling mode Mingin' Drunk..., Alex, Gus anyone? Better just ignore this one, he looks like a bit of a freak...	As the Gentlemen of leisure mingle with the masses some dickwad spews his load on the floor of the Dive "Vomit on the Dancefloor, you better not spoil the groove" BLEARGHGHG	Ian proves the spirit of romance is not dead and finds himself a project for the Easter holidays. The rest of the guys just stand about and leer disconcertingly. Yes of course I don't have a girlfriend... can I call you? I'd really like to see more of you - like your tits... I don't entirely trust you but what the hell, whats the worst that could happen?

 

It doesn't count if you can't remember. by Berty 3-16-02
Graemes drink problem gets him into another fine mess... It is I, Captain Cleetus replete with my Cider visor, vodka compass and lager cape+integral futility belt Hey- pretty boy, yoohoo! are you all messed up and in need of a ride home?	Captain Cleetus on the lookout for clues... as to where the hell he's been for the last 4 hours. Whoa, how did I get here? where the fuck are my boxers and why do I have the urge to scrub my ass till it bleeds? That'll be Quentin again. - feel free to borrow my Anal Elixir	Graeme comes to terms with his newfound vow of abstention from alcohol. Ian offers sage advice. Don't worry, I'm sure there's a rational explanation out there somewhere, one that preferably doesn't involve penetration. Just keep telling yourself that...

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