Going Too FarEver 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...
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chthonic, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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He went way too far....Back in October 1995 a whole load of us - eleven in all descended upon Butlins in Minehead for a weekend of carnage.
Upon arrival, the Matt Goss lookalike in the group, Simon discovered he'd left his baggage at home and apart from the clothes he was wearing he had nothing else to wear. "Not a problem!" says I and steps forward to offer up my pristine, prized black Levi jeans.
Eight hours later I'm sat in a bar and completely partied out, so I decided to retire to the comfort of my chalet having fled from the boudiour of a random Welsh lassie. Anyway, about twenty minutes into my sleep I'm woken by this rhythmic banging noise against our front door. I'm sufficiently freaked not to want to investigate the noise imaginging a bunch of crazed Welshmen attempting to break in and lynch me.
Wind forward to next morning, all becomes clear.
Simon had gotten himself a lady and brought her back to the chalet. Having forgotten his key he decides to entertain said lady in our the doorway of the chalet. Ugh!
The banging noise I heard was the sound of her head rhythmically hitting the front door. Ugh!
She turned around mid-bonk and asked "will you go down on me?" to which Simon replied "no" and carried on as if nothing had been said. Ugh!
The worst bit? He'd been happily boffing away wearing MY jeans. My BLACK jeans, which now wore a healthy serving of jus de Simon right down the front...
(, Mon 13 Nov 2006, 13:31, Reply)
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