Justice.
It was early in my first year of university, but I had already found a great bunch of lads and ladies into which I fit snuggly. As in any group, there was alot of piss taking and joking on, and as in any group, there was one who wasn't so good at it.

Now this lad, Mike, was a decent sort, but rather then a gental ribbing that every one could enjoy, he had a habit of taking it to far, and just plain bullying the target.

We were all headed out one night, stood in the rather messy corridor and Mike had a full can of ice cold carlsberg in his hand, which he intended to enjoy on our walk to the bus stop. Being students, this was ok. It was as we headed for the door that he decided to have a go at one of the girls in our group, and as allways, took it to far, causing her to get mad and begin storming out, while Mike laughed at his own joke (it wasn't funny) he raised his can for a victory sip when suddenly BAM! A football, kicked by a fellow I can't recall ever demonstrating any skill at the game, hit him square in the hand, crushing the can and forcing the ice cold lager to fly out of the can, directly into his gloating face.

I'll never forget the look of shock and confusion on his face, as foam clung to his beard. I was creased on the floor, unable to move, roaring with the rest of the group, enjoying Mike's turn to storm off, whilst we all lay in tears of laughter.
(Mong goose, Mon 21 Dec 2009, 2:54, Reply)