Shiny Disco Balls
December, a few years back. I had met up with a mate to do some chrimbo shopping in Guildford, and we decided to enhance the experience with some primo skunk. Suitably loaded, we tottered off to some home-ware high street shop, were my glazed eyes were drawn to the delicate, hand-blown mirrored glass decorations. I pick one up, mouthing, "Pretty!" in my best mong tone, before catching my mate's eye, whereupon we both started singing the lyrics to "Shiny Disco Balls" which was then followed by a finger spasm which saw the shiny glass ball drop from above my head straight down into the rest, smashing to pieces and taking several others with it. I stood there, aghast, whilst my pitiless mate laughed his arse off, even more so when a shop assistant came up and told us not to worry, as people had been breaking them by accident all day. We made a swift exit before I did any more drug-induced damage!
(madoda, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 18:59, Reply)