Glyn Can't Handle The Booze

Legendary welsh citizen and head-boy Glyn was paying for his binge drinking within moments of being put to bed by Mikey. He hurled on the floor. Lovely! Then in a bizarre move decided the best way to sober up was jog around the garden. Posh mum Susie was not impressed. "Glyn," she shouted. "Just sit down. Settle down." "I know what I'm doing," he slurred. "He's gonna slip and crack his fucking head open," Aisleyne giggled evilly. Susie then went to spray disinfectant on the patch where Glyn had chucked. Every now and then she threw a filthy glance in the direction of the running boy. After a moment Glyn went and collected a pick and shovel and started digging a hole in the garden.

"What the fuck are you doing now?" Susie shrieked as Glyn threw mud over his shoulder. "Mining for pot noodle," Glyn replied. "oh, for cunt's sake," Susie said. "I'll handle this," Richard shouted and leeped into the hole Glyn had started. The inmates thought Richard was going to help calm Glyn down, but were apalled when the sex terrorist instead pulled Glyn's shorts down and tried to mount him. "For God's sake." Lea called. "Just leave the buggery alone for once." Richard then had to be pulled off by Glyn before the young lad could be returned to his bed.