For anyone who doesn't know, the first time I met shell, I had ripped the tendon in my middle finger whilst working on my car, rendering my raight hand useless.

I was out in my mates car and had supped a few tins of lager. I went for a piss and then realised I couldnt tie my trackie pants back up afterwards and shell came to the rescue.



Thankyou darling, without your help the whole of rochdale would have seen my sweet lil arse and I would have been mobbed by hoards of syphillis and crabs ridden slags.