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The Waster Project - can Wasta be photographed
with loads of birds, thus disproving years of scandalous accusations?
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He's all set for the ardous task ahead.
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But fist he needs to get up his courage...
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...as does his photographer.
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Any victims on the tube?
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First call! Not that she knows much about it.
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The blonde behind him wasn't having any of it.
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And I'm not sure this one knew too much about it.
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Nor this lucky lady.
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And this is just cheating.
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Well, she didn't punch him, so it's a good start...
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Unsurprisingly, Waste is more interested in the lager.
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Yep, you're in there Waste.
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Bloody hell! Now we're talking! And doesn't his little
face say it all!
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She might need a few more drinks before she's up for
a snog Waste.
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Don't even bother, mate.
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Wahey! Two in one!
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And this one seems genuinely pleased. I knew telling her we were from Loaded would work. |
Asa shagged this one. In his fucking dreams.
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Ooh look, lesbians.
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Yes, hippies do smell.
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Where's Waste? Ah, there he is!
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"Is that the sound of approaching bouncers?"
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"Wave at the nice man with the camera!"
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Waste can't believe his luck.
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"He's over there, you blind bint!" Waste
points her in the right direction, seconds after jizzing on her tits.
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This particularly minging bird took refuge with a
stranger just to escape Waster's gurning.
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London chic still confuses Wasta after all these years.
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Waste goes whale watching. Haven't you shagged Nelly?
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The bird in the middle is genuinely afraid. And rightly
so! Look what's either side of her.
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Waster found the girls from the Variety Club Sunshine
Bus the easiest to convince.
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