Combi blood-shit-puke story
Now, I can't verify this story, but the mate who told me it is a right deranged little fucker, and knowing his thought process I believe him.
Now, little gap-toothed fuck Rowan, for that's his name, used to like a drink. A proper fucking big drink. One night he's let loose in the student union, and drinks his own body weight in cheap booze.
Soon he's trying to hold his stomach in whilst he finds somewhere to chunder, and runs to the bogs. Everywhere is full, all cubicle doors are closed, urinals packed, sinks occupied. He does the right thing, according to his rat like brain. Boots the door of the nearest cubicle in, smashing the piss poor lock and "BLEURGH!". All over the unfortunate occupant, who's sat there having a shit.
Next, according to Rowan, he suddenly sobers up. The guy sat there looks quite big, even sat down. Rowan panics, this big fuck is going to lay him out, so he does what any (in)sane person would do, gets in first. Rowan leans into the cubicle and plants what he describes as the only decent punch he has ever thrown. Big bloke goes down. Rowan runs like fuck.
Now, unfortunately Rowan didn't stay around to see what this bloke looked like afterwards, but the idea of a man, vomit all down his top and jeans, slight skid mark where he's fallen off the toilet mid turd and squashed nose, claret all over his face has made us smile many a time.

I know, not much blood, but I love the story so much.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 10:03, 2 replies)

Oooold.
Lots of people claim this story happened to their friend. Was Rowan really the originator?
( Bob Todd whee, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 11:54, closed)

Don't know
that's why I question the veracity at the start
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 15:07, closed)