Unintentional but damaging nonetheless
Pearoast alert.

Coventry, bombs and beer.
The Sir Colin Campbell for those of you that know. I was visiting a mate studying in said city. We made a day of it and chanced into the aforementioned establishment at some point early afternoon feeling a bit peckish. A couple of cheese batches and two four pint pitchers (one cider one lager seeing as you're asking) should do the trick. As we neared the end of our jugs I toodled of to the bogs. When I returned the pub seemed much busier than when I left it. When I casually mentioned this to my mate he said 'That probably has something to do with the fact that you went for a piss two hours ago! Oh, and by the way you have sick all over your trousers and your shoes.' It would appear that I had fallen asleep at the urinals. Upon being woken by a stranger I then found a cubicle and decorated EVERY square inch of it before falling asleep standing up again. Never did get the stains off my shoes.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 7 Oct 2010, 16:46, Reply)