Abusing freebies
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
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Blatant Theft.
When on the piss one night in Birmingham myself and a few friends stumbled upon a lively bar on the out skirts. (The name of which I would tell you but I can't remember this, or its location) Whilst drunkenly dancing and conoodling with other equally drunk female patrons we "found ourselfs"** into a function room a little down the way from the gents toilets. Within said function room was contained a fully fledged bar, complete with optics and stocked bar. In order not to be a obvious we didn't stay in the bar. Instead everytime we wanted a drink we would walk to the toilet with our glasses, and then hay presto! A Quadruple barcardi and coke with a Carling Chaser! In my defence, the place made plenty of money from all of the underage chavs that could be found drinking and smoking in the shadows, so in a way, a public service we performed. No need to thank us, just doing our jobs.
**Broke into
( , Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:09, Reply)
When on the piss one night in Birmingham myself and a few friends stumbled upon a lively bar on the out skirts. (The name of which I would tell you but I can't remember this, or its location) Whilst drunkenly dancing and conoodling with other equally drunk female patrons we "found ourselfs"** into a function room a little down the way from the gents toilets. Within said function room was contained a fully fledged bar, complete with optics and stocked bar. In order not to be a obvious we didn't stay in the bar. Instead everytime we wanted a drink we would walk to the toilet with our glasses, and then hay presto! A Quadruple barcardi and coke with a Carling Chaser! In my defence, the place made plenty of money from all of the underage chavs that could be found drinking and smoking in the shadows, so in a way, a public service we performed. No need to thank us, just doing our jobs.
**Broke into
( , Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:09, Reply)
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