Passed out naked...
...in front of the computer, trousers round ankles, bottle of vodka still on the desk, gentleman's interest video still running on loop...

...woke up in different clothes to the ones I'd been wearing before the wank, with my dad watching over me to make sure I didn't choke on my vomit in my sleep. Apparently I'd been quite... explosive.

We don't talk about it. Ever.
(a gun that fires other, smaller guns full of jizz, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 12:48, 7 replies)

i cant click this hard enough

(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 12:51, closed)

Why does everything
sound like a double entendre this week?
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 12:55, closed)

Because you're wanking.

(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 13:00, closed)

Yes, yes, yes, oh god yes!!!
Click for the story too.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 17 Feb 2011, 13:20, closed)

Is it worth pointing out...
...that by "explosive" I mean "vomity", not "covered in my own relish"?

Or is it too late?

It's too late isn't it? Shit.
(a gun that fires other, smaller guns full of jizz, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 14:23, closed)

Not only is it too late
It ruins the story and I now want my click back.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 15:07, closed)

ditto

(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 16:37, closed)