Nottingham market square used to have two very large fountains.
One of the common japes played by night time revelers in the city, was for a bottle of washing up liquid or two to be deposited in the fountain. The next morning when they were turned on, the whole thing would become a giant foamy soapy mess.

One bloke, on a stag night, climbed into the fountain and started to undress, throwing each item of clothing into a pile next to the fountain. A few seconds after his boxer shorts joined the pile, a stranger ran over, grabbed the entire pile and ran off down one of the side streets. Everyone, including a police officer watching the proceedings, was too busy laughing to help the poor fucker. His mates did the right thing and left him there, the copper stood watching until the wind started to pick up, removing the bubbles like some freaky public burlesque routine.
( Muns, Thu 17 Jul 2014, 14:51, 1 reply)

I think the person that stole the clothing might be my friend Lee.

( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Thu 17 Jul 2014, 14:54, closed)