Be careful what you wish for..
Walking to the pub with my sister on a family horiday in Knynsa, Sauf Africa a few years ago we were gleefully revelling in the prospect of getting plastered and smoking heaps of bines (things the parents somewhat frowed upon). Having left the apartment we were finding our way up a road to a pub we had seen earlier when my sister, who was walking behind me, pointed out the fact that my jeans had a bit hanging loose at the back. They were sorta baggy levi numbers with this strap at the back that was pretty much there for show and one end had fallen out of the clasp and was dangling down.

I asked her if she would mind doing it up for me, so she bends down at my bum and attempted to re-clasp the demin strap. At this point, i did what all little brothers would do in the same situation and let out an absolute ripper in her face. A proper veritable pant splitter, her fringe was blown aside with its power.

She spluttered and let out a yelp before exclaiming that i was disgusting and then she said, 'jesus christ, i hope you followed through!'

At this point i realised that i may have tried a little too hard with the fart and that i had infact, shit myself. Stone cold sober, and we had not even gone into the first pub yet.

'be careful what you wish for, i said' before going into the pub and making a toilet paper nappy while she pissed herself laughing. Im from scotland, im not going to let a little follow through ruin a good night out. But looking back, she had the last laugh...
( awsm! namaste bitches, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 10:44, Reply)