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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Used to work in a pub
and a few of us were randomly spiking people who we didn't like with liquid laxatives; quite potent stuff actually. Could blow an arse off in 20 paces. Real nasty stuff. It was a real bastard too as it was colourless, tastless and odourless. The perfect weapon.
Two of the other barmen (well one barman and the assistant manager) had been using this stuff for a laugh on the arseholes of the pub; but thier main target was one of the doormen, who'd been randomly laying out wind-up beatings to the assistant manager. The doorman had heard about this, and was well wary about anything they did. So they had a plan. They spiked a pint glass with this ready, and hid it under the bar which I was working on.
Up comes the psycho doorman this friday night to my bar, and he spies that I'm talking to these laxative-spikers.
"You two fuckers aren't getting me a drink, I've heard about you two. Jeccy, mine's a pint." It sure was. Scooped up the spiked glass and filled it right in front of him, much to the other two's delight. He takes it away smiling at them, and as soon as he left the bar they were beaming like cheshire cats.
On monday he walked in, looking completely sheepish and wondering how the other two had indeed spiked him, when it was me all along :D
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 8:52, Reply)
and a few of us were randomly spiking people who we didn't like with liquid laxatives; quite potent stuff actually. Could blow an arse off in 20 paces. Real nasty stuff. It was a real bastard too as it was colourless, tastless and odourless. The perfect weapon.
Two of the other barmen (well one barman and the assistant manager) had been using this stuff for a laugh on the arseholes of the pub; but thier main target was one of the doormen, who'd been randomly laying out wind-up beatings to the assistant manager. The doorman had heard about this, and was well wary about anything they did. So they had a plan. They spiked a pint glass with this ready, and hid it under the bar which I was working on.
Up comes the psycho doorman this friday night to my bar, and he spies that I'm talking to these laxative-spikers.
"You two fuckers aren't getting me a drink, I've heard about you two. Jeccy, mine's a pint." It sure was. Scooped up the spiked glass and filled it right in front of him, much to the other two's delight. He takes it away smiling at them, and as soon as he left the bar they were beaming like cheshire cats.
On monday he walked in, looking completely sheepish and wondering how the other two had indeed spiked him, when it was me all along :D
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 8:52, Reply)
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