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I once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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Woke up in the morning after a heavy night. Felt a bit sticky 'downstairs'. He thought 'Oh my God, I've shat myself'.
With trepidation, he peeled back the duvet, and glanced down. It wasn't shit. It was a mixture of garlic sauce, donner meat, and shredded lettuce smeared all over his lower torso and genitals. To one side, a sad looking, torn up pitta bread.
He'd had sex with a kebab.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 14:58, 11 replies)
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...but were any fat birds missing from the locality after this evening?
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However I take issue with the obvious lie here.
No living human would ever admit to someone they knew that they had had sex with a kebab.
Therefore, this story is about you, AICMFP.
*clicks*
( , Tue 1 May 2012, 12:50, closed)
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He was a friend who suffered from a surfeit of honesty, so I'm aware of pretty much all of his sexual misdeeds.
I can understand why you might think it was me though, but it isn't.
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