Xmas Shopping
Upon one of my mates suggestion i decided to go with some pals out xmas shopping in town.
Whilst browsing in one of Coventry's finest department stores (Owen's) one of my mate's Phil says
"lets get a drink it will ease the pain of the amount im spending on these bloody xmas presents"

Many pints later all three of us are wankered and decide shopping is going to have to go on hold.
We decide to do the decent thing and leave my friends car in town and get a taxi.

I get home and pay the taxi driver. As i leave the cab the fresh air hits me and i start to think "shit shit shit im going to hurl" so after five minutes of key prodding i open the front door.
At this point all the shopping bags hit the hallway floor and im speed running up the stairs towards the shitter. I fling open the crapper door and barf into what i thought was going to be a vacant toilet bowl. What actually happened was i projectile vomited all over my mrs who was in the seated position on the throne taking a dump !!

Obviously my acidic sick had ruined my mrs's favourite wollen sweat
and i had to make amends and give all the shopping trips xmas gifts (that were for my mrs) to my mrs early as extra bonus gifts to smooth things over.

I was asked later by my lady friend why i didn't throw up in the bath or sink.....
my lame reply was i didn't want to block them up......
(Cov Boy, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 16:10, 1 reply)

Pub.
Innit?
(Sammyhaswoefullyneglectedyou, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 19:29, closed)