When I was 15...
My friend Stuart's father walked in to find his son (also 15) drunk on the sofa, trousers around his ankles, legs over his head with me standing at the end, hands on hips peering at his arse. I can still see the crestfallen look on his face as he walked away, and Stuart stumbling after him trying to pull up his jeans and shouting "We were lighting farts...Dad, we were only lighting farts!"

And before you ask - we were only lighting farts.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 15:11, 4 replies)

hahahahahahahahah
Genius.
( rofl harris, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 15:13, closed)

Stuart and Dr Tugnut sitting in a tree
B-U-M-M-I-N-G.

Great story!
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 15:13, closed)

hehe *click*
the only one that has made me chuckle all day
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 15:55, closed)

this is the winner

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 16:02, closed)

Haha - nice one. I guess he didnt buy it that the long hard thing with a red head was a match?
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 20:32, closed)