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( , Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:30)
Tell us your pharmaceutically-influenced anecdotes, legal or otherwise. We promise not to dob you in to The Man.
Thanks to sanityclause for the suggestion
( , Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:30)
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fright night
once a month, i used to host a fright night. it would be me and a few of the lads, an ounce of weed, a tableful of sugary munchies and some of the worst horror films ever made. it was great fun.
a new member to our fright night club got one "free pass", in that he could come once, enjoy his night(or not) and decide not to come again. if, however, he did want to come back, he had to go through The Initiation. this would happen on his second visit and would involve whatever me and my neighbour could come up with. this included such things as:
graham
the see-through mummy ride, which saw us wrapping graham from head to foot in cling film, sticking him in an abandoned kwik-save trolley and pushing him round the streets at 2a.m.
ste
the wicked witch of the north west, meaning we dressed him in a plastic witch's hat with green hair attached, a pair of giant novelty knickers emblazoned with the slogan "big is beautiful", a black pvc halterneck top, a black satin negligee, a pair of 6-inch high red crushed velvet wedgies and clown make-up. then we sent him to the off-licence.
paul
the bus stop chicken, which involved making him climb on top of a bus shelter, sit down, flap his arms and yell "cock-a-doodle-doo!"
there were more, at least one of which involved eating vodka jelly out of my bra, but that's all you're getting for now ;)
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 18:14, 4 replies)
once a month, i used to host a fright night. it would be me and a few of the lads, an ounce of weed, a tableful of sugary munchies and some of the worst horror films ever made. it was great fun.
a new member to our fright night club got one "free pass", in that he could come once, enjoy his night(or not) and decide not to come again. if, however, he did want to come back, he had to go through The Initiation. this would happen on his second visit and would involve whatever me and my neighbour could come up with. this included such things as:
graham
the see-through mummy ride, which saw us wrapping graham from head to foot in cling film, sticking him in an abandoned kwik-save trolley and pushing him round the streets at 2a.m.
ste
the wicked witch of the north west, meaning we dressed him in a plastic witch's hat with green hair attached, a pair of giant novelty knickers emblazoned with the slogan "big is beautiful", a black pvc halterneck top, a black satin negligee, a pair of 6-inch high red crushed velvet wedgies and clown make-up. then we sent him to the off-licence.
paul
the bus stop chicken, which involved making him climb on top of a bus shelter, sit down, flap his arms and yell "cock-a-doodle-doo!"
there were more, at least one of which involved eating vodka jelly out of my bra, but that's all you're getting for now ;)
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 18:14, 4 replies)
ha ha
I like it, although wouldn't the bus stop chicken technically be a cock(rell)?
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 18:55, closed)
I like it, although wouldn't the bus stop chicken technically be a cock(rell)?
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 18:55, closed)
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