I was 16
and on a camping holiday with some friends. We were going to walk the Cornish coastal path, from the Plym to St Ives. But somewhere around St Austell we discovered cheap beer and lost our way.

We were walking for hours, lost in total, all-consuming darkness. If my three friends hadn't been there I know I'd have crapped myself.
Eventually we gave up searching for any sign of civilisation, and clumsily pitched our tents in a field.

After a good night's sleep, we all awoke and started to prepare breakfast, totally unaware of the danger that lay just over the horizon.
We'd brought a little stove that ran on meths, and my good friend, Seb, was trying to fry some sausages.
Dryw, a handsome, adventurous sort, spotted something, out in the distance, 'What's that?' He asked with a slight hint of panic in his voice.
We all looked to the edge of the field, where a herd of cows were silently grazing.
'Don't worry about them,' said Seb, re-assuringly, 'They wont bother us if we don't bother them.'

But Seb was wrong, so very, very wrong, he had no idea that these cows were in fact EVILBOVINEZOMBIES.

They shambled towards us, nearer and nearer, their impending presence spelling doom for our little camping spot.
It wasn't like we didn't see them coming, but they came fast, and we just about escaped with our lives.
They trampled the tents and stomped all over our things, I didn't really mind that though, nothing was broken.
What I did mind was that they ate all of our Super Noodles.

Cunts.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:04, 1 reply)

bovine supernoodle junkies
worth a click just for that :D
(Patfish, Sun 27 Apr 2008, 22:53, closed)