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The other night a friend confessed to a really intense friendship when he was young. Nothing sexual or anything, but it did extend to always going to the toilet together. As he put it, "we shared our poos."

Think back to the innocence of blood brothers and being friends forever and tell us the stories of loyalty, commitment and how it all went horribly wrong. You've seen Heavenly Creatures...

(, Fri 28 Jul 2006, 10:21)
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A man called donkey, your title reminded me of a scout camping trip to Pwllheli about ten years ago. My scout troop was from an inner city area of Birmingham and wasnt the most well behaved of groups but a few of us were a tight knit and inseperable group of mates. We used to pool resources with another local troop to go on 'economy' trips, climbing hills, camping and building things.

From what I can remember from this trip we had our own field to camp in which had a little brook running around the perimeter. Aside from a jaunt out to a slate mine and the coast, most of our time was spent taking part in activities, in particular cleaning, cooking and serving for 40 fucking knob ends in woggles and neckerchiefs.

There were 3 of us all equally disinterested and pissed off with the trip so we formed a loyal pact to abscond from the camp. During a free period while the leaders were comparing kiddy porn we hid in a ditch and then slowly crept out of the field. I can remember that we shared twenty B & H between us, some crisps and a chocolate bar and for the rest of the afternoon we went on a mission around the area until it started raining. After sheltering in a cattle shed and smoking the rest of the cigarettes, one of my friends started to talk about going back. Me and my other mate J tried everything to persuade him to stay but it did no good and he bolted in the direction that we had come. D's departure came as a blow to our commitment to escaping, and reluctantly we headed back, about half an hour behind him. Two of the leaders were waiting at the gate to the field looking maaaad.

Got a telling off from them, 'letting your troop down, blah, blah, most of all you let yourself down' etc when some bright spark decided to punish us by Pegging Us Down. If you havent been subjected to this before, let me tell you it is a pretty humiliating experience. The rest of the scouts tied the three of us down close to the brook, using rope and tent pegs to secure us to the ground. Everyone then proceeded to throw manky Welsh piss brook water and shit out of the kitchen pots on us for about 20 mins. It was like the crucifixion with all three of us enduring the punishment next to each other but with honour and dignity. And a few screams.

What a bunch of gaylord fuckers.
(, Tue 1 Aug 2006, 14:25, Reply)

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