My friend named Egg
Is a very good friend indeed. He's one of the people that I find when I'm drunk to tell him what a Top Bloke he is, and at such drunken parties, we often co-ordinate our pisses and talk about them at length afterwards (and having read some of these answers, I'm relieved to find I'm not alone).

Anyway, the particularly intense part of our friendship came when we were at a recording session a few weeks ago (we both play in the same band, him on guitar, me on saxophone), and, during the long intervals when neither of us were required, we were discussing how amusing it was that the far end of the saxophone is called a bell. Many bell-end jokes ensued, culminating in me, at his request I add hastily, placing the sax on his left buttock and playing a very loud low B-flat (the lowest and very reverberant note). His cheek vibrated in sympathy with the note.

He said he quite enjoyed it, but we didn't do it again, in case the sound technician saw and got the wrong idea.

So, despite us both being completely straight (no cynical laughter thanks, I speak the truth), I've put my bell on his arse and blown him. How's that for intense?
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Mon 31 Jul 2006, 18:46, Reply)