A bit off topic, but hey... my boss is out of the office
I moved to a small market town to work for a mobile network (it was shit, I left the country a year later). I didn't know anyone and renting a house was pricey so I ended up living with a bloke that was a mate of someone I worked with. His name was Ned. Ned liked beer. Alot. One day I came home to find him and a mate pissed out of their faces, electrocuting their nuts on the gas hob spark. You get the picture.

One night Ned and I were walking back from the pub and for a joke he pulled one of the elastic toggles on my coat and let it go in my face. I was bleeding and he felt guilty so to even things up lifted his shirt (pardon the pun) and said "Go on, hit me in the ribs, you'll make me feel better". Bleeding from a crap little wound I didn't really want him to feel better, so hit him as hard as I could. Then I felt guilty. Cue numerous rounds of "now I feel guilty... hit me again".

Ned related this story to a couple of mates at the pub who then started hitting each other in the head whilst filming it on their phones. Our department at work slowly filled with what looked like fight club extras (is that your blood on your shirt?). This was when I decided to leave the punch junkies to it. I'm a nice boy really.

They took it a step further by involving strangers in these phone filming, pub based antics. It was all a great laugh until ned started playing the game with a couple of strangers in a pub and one of them turned out to be a boxer.

Damage was done... but I missed it!
(ralphseviltwin, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:33, Reply)