Stuff I've found
Freddy Woo writes, "My non-prostitute-killing, lorry driving uncle once came home with a wedding cake. Found it in a layby, scoffed the lot over several weeks."
What's the best thing you've found?
( , Thu 6 Nov 2008, 11:58)
Freddy Woo writes, "My non-prostitute-killing, lorry driving uncle once came home with a wedding cake. Found it in a layby, scoffed the lot over several weeks."
What's the best thing you've found?
( , Thu 6 Nov 2008, 11:58)
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One of the happiest moments of my life
On arriving back to my halls after a lashed night out with a friend, we were struck with a terrible hunger: the nice Albanian man from our favourite chip shop had been sacked, which meant that there was no longer a convenient source of free chips to us on our way home.
However, as we staggered back to our respective rooms, what should we see but the pizza box recycling bin: one of those big, industrial sized jobbies, full of pizza boxes. We promptly tipped it onto its side, and sat like Italian kings in a sea of greasy, smelly, mouldy pizza boxes. Which we then proceeded to rifle through, desperate to find a delicious, life giving snack. It unfortunately turned out that students are, on the whole, rather good at eating all the pizza they have paid for. Until we struck gold. A box with a half-eaten slice of pizza in - given that we were hunting for crusts, it was a remarkable find. I of course grabbed and quickly ate the slice, leaving my friend deeply saddened and hungry as we tidied up the remaining boxes.
However, given I spent the whole of the next day sat on the toilet dribbling from the arse like a poorly plumbed tap, it could be said he had the last laugh.
( , Sat 8 Nov 2008, 20:25, 2 replies)
On arriving back to my halls after a lashed night out with a friend, we were struck with a terrible hunger: the nice Albanian man from our favourite chip shop had been sacked, which meant that there was no longer a convenient source of free chips to us on our way home.
However, as we staggered back to our respective rooms, what should we see but the pizza box recycling bin: one of those big, industrial sized jobbies, full of pizza boxes. We promptly tipped it onto its side, and sat like Italian kings in a sea of greasy, smelly, mouldy pizza boxes. Which we then proceeded to rifle through, desperate to find a delicious, life giving snack. It unfortunately turned out that students are, on the whole, rather good at eating all the pizza they have paid for. Until we struck gold. A box with a half-eaten slice of pizza in - given that we were hunting for crusts, it was a remarkable find. I of course grabbed and quickly ate the slice, leaving my friend deeply saddened and hungry as we tidied up the remaining boxes.
However, given I spent the whole of the next day sat on the toilet dribbling from the arse like a poorly plumbed tap, it could be said he had the last laugh.
( , Sat 8 Nov 2008, 20:25, 2 replies)
Fucking students!
"dribbling from the arse like a poorly plumbed tap"
Fuck it, it deserves a click for the sheer stupidity.
( , Mon 10 Nov 2008, 2:02, closed)
"dribbling from the arse like a poorly plumbed tap"
Fuck it, it deserves a click for the sheer stupidity.
( , Mon 10 Nov 2008, 2:02, closed)
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