» Never Meet Your Heroes

Don't care
When i was about 5 i was mad on the Care Bears.
One half term we went to Brighton and i was strolling down the seafront when out of nowhere, i saw the Carebears cloud car come hurtling towards me. I screamed and run away back to my mum. The driver of the cloudcar (who was dressed as Lucky bear; my favourite) jumped out and said somthing along the lines of 'I can't see fuck all with this head on' and took the carebear head off. Me and my sister started crying because we thought the guy had killed lucky bear.
We got free tickets to the Care Bears LIVE! at the Brighton Centre for all the upset so it wasn't all bad.
(Thu 1st Jun 2006, 9:00, More)

» Teenage Parties

Porn & milk...
First post and all that jazz.
i have 2 particularly awful stories.
The first was at a mates house while I was at college.His parents were away and me and my best friend were invited round. We were told a few of his other mates would be there.
We turned up at his house to be greeted by a gang of 14 year old chavs sitting in his lounge drunk, watching some rubbish 70’s porn that had been found in a forgotten corner of my mates loft. I turned out to be a great night. We all got slaughtered and one boy in particular who couldn’t hold his booze (and had been drinking vinegar for some reason) passed out in the loo.
The other lads thought it was a good idea to strip him off naked & hose him down in the garden to wake him up. Shame the poor kid went in to shock and an ambulance had to be called.

The second story happened when me and my best mate (same one as above) went travelling round Australia. We were staying in a hostel above a pub in Bundaberg and a big gang of us were getting pissed & playing drinking games. Got to about 3am and we all decided to retire to the TV room to watch Judge Judy.
4 of us decided it would be fun to have a water fight with everyone elses milk out of the communal fridge. We also had a competition who could throw a cup of coffee the furthest ( it seemed a great idea at the time.)
Most people called it a night after that so on our way back to our room me and my mate spied one of the vacant rooms had been left unlocked and decided it’d be fun to go and jump on the double bed. We were having a great time until until I fell off and my mate felt queasy & yacked up in the corner so we crawled off to bed.
Next morning I woke up on the floor of my room with a swollen ankle, stinking of off milk & no recollection of what had happened the night before. I hobbled out to look for my mate and walked past the TV room to see a huge brown stain splashed across the wall & the hostel manager fuming that he had to turn away guests because someone had been sick in the room they had booked.
(Sun 16th Apr 2006, 21:33, More)