2 years ago my mate was out for a birthday drink or 2. After a few he nipped in the bog to have a dump. About 20 minutes later we got a bit concerned so went to look for him. We had to knock in the door as he wasn't responding and we found him unconscious sitting on the toilet with his pants and trousers round his ankles still but which were now FULL of tequilla, lager and curry puke.
He came round OK but as he couldn't go home like that we had to borrow a pair of trousers from the owner who is an overweight OAP. We got him home OK and he awoke next day to his (only recent) girlfriend asking what the hell he was doing in bed with over-sized compo like trousers on tied up with string - which he couldn't answer as he had forgotten. When she went to the kitchen she found a plastic bag which she opened to see what was going on and unearthed some barf crusted boxers and jeans.
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