It’s 3 o’clock in the fucking morning and I’m partway through 6 new McCannecdotes – have you any idea how long it takes to search the internet for funny stories and then painstakingly go through them changing the names and locations, the sequence of events, all the words, and then adding funny bits so they accurately resemble things that happened to me. Ages I tell you.

So to keep you busy I have devised a new series of topics. The McCannecdote Caption Competition Anecdote – or the MCCanecdote for short.

I post a picture, and in the comments below, you make up your own story. Brilliant. If it’s any good, I will copy and paste it and pretend it’s my own. OK?

Here’s the first one. From the bar at work.

Surely a recipe for a great story, RIGHT? I myself couldn't POSSIBLY have been so drunk I can't even remember taking this picture. RIGHT?
Surely a recipe for a great story, RIGHT? I myself couldn’t POSSIBLY have been so drunk I can’t even remember taking this picture. RIGHT?

 

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  1. Quasimodo’s grand-daughter, a man with an LED instead of a left eye and a girl with some unconvincing stick-on facial hair got together to finally decide whether Peroni or Staropramen was the best central European bottled beer on the market.

    That’s all I have so far. Tune in later for the next episode…

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