Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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House parties
are one of my specialities (sic) and I tend to be the one who gets pissed up early on, raises a bit of havoc with a few pals and then falls asleep at around 1am.
One that stickis in my mind was a few years back at a 'friends' party (I barely knew the guy) and the majority of people had gone upstairs to watch a DVD, leaving me and a few others to our own devices. We ventured into the back garden and proceeded to (in no particular order): throw his table and chairs into neighbouring gardens, throw plants/plant pots/ornaments at the houses behind, chuck beers at neighbours windows, feed his fish copious amounts of whisky (they survived), try to do a beer funnel 3 cans at a time which ended up flooding his kitchen, and one of our entourage managed to get covered in an entire tub of chocolate ice cream, ruining some furniture in the process.
We left sharpish and never looked back. If you're reading this, I left my jumper at yours and I want it back.
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 15:12, Reply)
are one of my specialities (sic) and I tend to be the one who gets pissed up early on, raises a bit of havoc with a few pals and then falls asleep at around 1am.
One that stickis in my mind was a few years back at a 'friends' party (I barely knew the guy) and the majority of people had gone upstairs to watch a DVD, leaving me and a few others to our own devices. We ventured into the back garden and proceeded to (in no particular order): throw his table and chairs into neighbouring gardens, throw plants/plant pots/ornaments at the houses behind, chuck beers at neighbours windows, feed his fish copious amounts of whisky (they survived), try to do a beer funnel 3 cans at a time which ended up flooding his kitchen, and one of our entourage managed to get covered in an entire tub of chocolate ice cream, ruining some furniture in the process.
We left sharpish and never looked back. If you're reading this, I left my jumper at yours and I want it back.
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 15:12, Reply)
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