talking of logsmy flatmate at my current halls of residence, came back on the second night of being here totally shitfaced (apparently, I wasn't there after leaving him after drinking two pints of guiness simultaneously and feeling ill), not being able to find his keys for his room, and badly needed the toilet. SO, he pissed into his shirt in the hallway, which was placed in the sink, and then curled one off into the oven. The girls in my flat spent most of the night dissinfecting everything, and when they told me about the event in the morning, I pissed myself (in a less literal sense). This guy hasn't stopped looking sheepish since, not that we see him much anymore.
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 20:01,
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