BigSaltyDog

 Ye Olde Large Lad’s African Adventure: Booze, Beauty, and Bandages Well folks, Ye Olde Large Lad has done it again. He packed his bags, rolled his belly onto a long-haul flight, and touched down in sunny Africa for what he thought would be a quiet, relaxing trip. As if. Within hours of arrival, Large Lad was propped up at the local tiki bar, sweat dripping down his back like a busted tap. The bartender, a wiry old fella with missing teeth and a smirk too wide for his face, kept the drinks flowing. “Another rum punch for the Large Lad?” he’d cackle, slamming down the glass with a flourish. At one stage, in between pouring tequila shots, he leaned over the sticky bar counter, eyes glinting with pride. “You know,” he rasped, “last night I ploughed a young Norwegian woman! Beautiful blonde girl, couldn’t keep her hands off me after a few cocktails.” Large Lad nearly choked on his beer. The bartender roared with laughter, teeth and all. Several hours later, after downing what could onl...