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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He deserved a papercut!
Wow. I guess reading these that it's a case of with friends like these, who needs enemies?
Anyhoo, I digress. And I haven't even started.
A long, long time ago in a village far, far away, me and the other kids from the road used to get up to all sorts of 'wild' and 'crazy' adventures.
One day, while John, Owen and I were out on our bikes, we came across an 'art pamphlet' in a hedgerow. (Bear in mind, John and I were about 10, owen about 14.) We disappeared down to our den, where John and I giggled and pointed a lot, while Owen yelled - "Look at THIS!"
We turned. Oh, to this day how I wish I hadn't.
Because Owen had taken a page from this 'Rhythm Publication', ripped a hole in the appropriate part of the page, and had stuck his (fully lobbed) tadger through it.
Humping a picture? Far too far.
( , Wed 15 Nov 2006, 15:27, Reply)
Wow. I guess reading these that it's a case of with friends like these, who needs enemies?
Anyhoo, I digress. And I haven't even started.
A long, long time ago in a village far, far away, me and the other kids from the road used to get up to all sorts of 'wild' and 'crazy' adventures.
One day, while John, Owen and I were out on our bikes, we came across an 'art pamphlet' in a hedgerow. (Bear in mind, John and I were about 10, owen about 14.) We disappeared down to our den, where John and I giggled and pointed a lot, while Owen yelled - "Look at THIS!"
We turned. Oh, to this day how I wish I hadn't.
Because Owen had taken a page from this 'Rhythm Publication', ripped a hole in the appropriate part of the page, and had stuck his (fully lobbed) tadger through it.
Humping a picture? Far too far.
( , Wed 15 Nov 2006, 15:27, Reply)
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