My mate dave
was (and probably still is) a massive pisshead. In university halls in Kent many years ago, he got positively steaming and wandered back to his room. The urge to spew took over him, so he staggered to the communal bogs just outside his door. Before he had a chance to aim, he did a massive beery, meaty spew all over the toilet, the cistern and the floor. And went to bed.
He was woken in the morning by the cleaners in the toilet talking very loudly to each other-
'I DONT KNOW WHETHER THAT CAME OUT OF HIS MOUTH OR HIS ARSE'
( DumbMonkey The penis mightier than the sword, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 15:21, 1 reply)

Rutherford or Eliot?
(aeloen, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 15:30, closed)