Barred
I've only ever been barred from one pub, the "Fort St George in England" on Midsummer Common in Cambridge.*
I was part of a group caught drunkenly trying to add our names in biro to a historic signed cricket bat. I still have the pint glass I was holding as I was chucked out.
Where have you been banned from?
*All pubs in Cambridge have posh names like this. 25% fact
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
I've only ever been barred from one pub, the "Fort St George in England" on Midsummer Common in Cambridge.*
I was part of a group caught drunkenly trying to add our names in biro to a historic signed cricket bat. I still have the pint glass I was holding as I was chucked out.
Where have you been banned from?
*All pubs in Cambridge have posh names like this. 25% fact
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
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Shitting in the sink
BEST KEBAB HOUSE, CHERTSEY ROAD, WOKING
there we were, complaining about the cheap, undercooked tasteless cancer-causing roadkill we had been fed, when i had an idea. i calmly walked to the bog unoticed, (it was one of these tiny little bogs where you had to squeeze round the sink to close the door) and unleashed a torrent of dihorrea from hell, in and on this sink. i calmly wipled my arse and left the paper stuck to the mirror. as i left the bog i walked the length of the shop toward the door smirking, my mates knew i had done something. done something bad. we all left, only to be chased by the bastards. that resulted in a scuffle, but it were worth it.
2 years later, (last week) i stinkbombed my local nightclub's dancefloor in an elaborate prank and got barred for life, shame......
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 19:56, Reply)
BEST KEBAB HOUSE, CHERTSEY ROAD, WOKING
there we were, complaining about the cheap, undercooked tasteless cancer-causing roadkill we had been fed, when i had an idea. i calmly walked to the bog unoticed, (it was one of these tiny little bogs where you had to squeeze round the sink to close the door) and unleashed a torrent of dihorrea from hell, in and on this sink. i calmly wipled my arse and left the paper stuck to the mirror. as i left the bog i walked the length of the shop toward the door smirking, my mates knew i had done something. done something bad. we all left, only to be chased by the bastards. that resulted in a scuffle, but it were worth it.
2 years later, (last week) i stinkbombed my local nightclub's dancefloor in an elaborate prank and got barred for life, shame......
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 19:56, Reply)
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