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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Head injury
About 25 years ago in rural Northumberland. The local scout troop had a fund raising morning at a very posh (or at least I thought so at the time) lady's house.
As the adult chat and coffee munching was getting boring, a group of about ten cubs went down to the river next to the house.
We started chucking stones into the river. But that soon degenerated into a group on each side hurling hugh rocks at each other - the aim being to hit the water just in front of the other lot and splash them.
Ineitably someone threw a bit hard and one rock split my brother's head open. We then carried him into the house where he bled all over the shag pile carpets and all over the immaculate bathroom (pink shag pile).
That was a bit much for a coffee morning and raffle.
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 16:52, Reply)
About 25 years ago in rural Northumberland. The local scout troop had a fund raising morning at a very posh (or at least I thought so at the time) lady's house.
As the adult chat and coffee munching was getting boring, a group of about ten cubs went down to the river next to the house.
We started chucking stones into the river. But that soon degenerated into a group on each side hurling hugh rocks at each other - the aim being to hit the water just in front of the other lot and splash them.
Ineitably someone threw a bit hard and one rock split my brother's head open. We then carried him into the house where he bled all over the shag pile carpets and all over the immaculate bathroom (pink shag pile).
That was a bit much for a coffee morning and raffle.
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 16:52, Reply)
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