a quick nap.
Well, yes, as with most of these stories, there was a certain degree of alcohol involved. I'd recently turned twenty one and was back with my rents for the weekend, all fun and games and lovely jubbly. So yes, meandering over, I decided to get utterly sloshed with some friends of mine. We were sitting in the park getting merrily pissed when I got a text from a rather tasty dish I'd been working on for some time now, saying that she was coming over. "Holy duckfuckery!" I shouted as I ploughed through the undergrowth to go and buy some pimms. Girls love pimms. And I love drunk girls. Simple see? So yes, I'd bought a big bottle of pimms, some lemonade, fruit, the whole shabang. It was turning out to be rather fantastic.

We got back to my house and continued the festivities, myself getting changed into a suit (I think I must've been on a bit of James Bond high or something) and I'd mixed the pimms up and everything was lovely. Then comes another text "Sorry, can't make it, shattered and have to be up at six tomorrow, have fun though x". Gosh Darnit. Well, that was plan a) out the window. It wasn't much of a plan. Get her as drunk as me and then bump uglies if the situation arose. Ah well. Good to have a plan b). I drank the entire jug of pimms to myself and continued with lager thereafter.

Suitably hammered I stumbled my way to the toilet and dropped trousers, after making a quick detour to my brothers room to drop a bed on him (he was sleeping on his sofa, but that's another story). Pissing everywhere I thought it would prudent to sit down to have a wee rather than stand up and ruin most of the bathroom furnishings.

So yes, I had a sit down and a lovely wee and we all know how drunk pissing is, needless to say the sense of relief was overwhelming. So in my drunken euphoria, I thought what could be nicer than a quick nap, just to recharge my batteries.

So I fell off the toilet with my trousers round my ankles and a fresh new purple bruise on my face. Pain and confusion, I staggered to my feet to be greeted by camera phones clicking away behind the glass panel above my bathroom door.

Sigh. So yes, that's me there on facebook with my dick hanging out, vomit down my front and pissy trousers. Form an orderly queue please ladies.
(spiderslut, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 13:02, 1 reply)

I do think,
that b3ta should be previewed to such evidence.. you know the old saying POIDH !
(MissFlee tried again on, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 14:35, closed)