Cowpats
My dear uncle's friend and his mate awoke one morning after an ultimate bender to find themselves under a tree in a cow paddock. Dear friend wipes away a gobbet of sleep, scrapes the dried drool of his face and comments how good that burger was the night before. Mate argues that there was no burger. Dear friend gets up to stagger home and realises that he had been lying on a very small, but well bitten cow pat.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Fri 27 May 2011, 11:10, Reply)