
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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Got up, staggered to the bog, tried to lower the jeans, and found that they were stuck to the sore spot.
With some effort I tore them off and found that they were glued to my thigh with stiff coagulated blood.
I had a deep 'M'-shaped cut, which had bled profusely. Not sure where it came from, though I had been out on the piss with my brother Mark the night before. I prefer to cling to the vague memory of a nail protruding from a toilet seat.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 20:43, Reply)
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