Doorbell went at 2.00am
It was my then Irish girlfriend Anne. She was somewhat pished having been out with various work friends for a meal and drinkies. When it all was over she decided to come back to mine (aww sweet!)

Anne stumbled in and demanded a snog and a cup of tea. Whilst I made the tea she retired to the bedroom.

By the time I came back with the teas, Anne was snoring gently and filling the room with odour of ingested wine and much garlic.

I got up a few hours later for a piss and when I came back to bed I thought the floor slightly cold and sticky! Aargh - a gigantic pile of puke on the floor on Anne's side of the bed!!

I was too tired to deal with it there and then and went back to the bathroom carrying my slippers. My newly washed and dried feet were placed in the slippers and I toddled back to bed.

At a more civilised hour I started trying to clear up the heap of puke, but Anne woke up and (in a very ladylike way) insisted on clearing it up herself!
( Vambo, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 21:57, 2 replies)

cool story bro
you win the boring story prize - I can't believe I''m wasting my precious time...fuck it
(toadrunner, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 22:19, closed)

If she was Irish then
what is she now?
(minlan no longer barks at bancleys, Sat 25 Jun 2011, 18:17, closed)