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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Ring of Fire
After much drinks one night there was a group of us staggering around our local town.
One of my mates Rich disappeared - only to be found shortly afterwards asleep on a park bench.
After the usual beer can / bottle / stone throwing fun he was still sparko, so something more exciting was required - Petrol !
Some one produced a jerry can (as good friends always do), and I then proceeded to run pouring petrol in a (what I thought was) big circle around the bench, still with it's happy sleeping Richard on it.
Said petrol was lit, only then did I realise quite how tight this circle was, and had the horror of watching my friend awaken through the flames, leap to his feet and for some random reason shout "Hell's Bells!" before sprinting through the 3 foot flames into the night like a scolded cat. I think he ran all the way home cos we didn't see him again for a few days.
I am a bad person, I often go too far.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 13:28, Reply)
After much drinks one night there was a group of us staggering around our local town.
One of my mates Rich disappeared - only to be found shortly afterwards asleep on a park bench.
After the usual beer can / bottle / stone throwing fun he was still sparko, so something more exciting was required - Petrol !
Some one produced a jerry can (as good friends always do), and I then proceeded to run pouring petrol in a (what I thought was) big circle around the bench, still with it's happy sleeping Richard on it.
Said petrol was lit, only then did I realise quite how tight this circle was, and had the horror of watching my friend awaken through the flames, leap to his feet and for some random reason shout "Hell's Bells!" before sprinting through the 3 foot flames into the night like a scolded cat. I think he ran all the way home cos we didn't see him again for a few days.
I am a bad person, I often go too far.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 13:28, Reply)
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