Morning After Souvenirs
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)
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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Some time in the mid nineties.
Imagine a much younger badger slowly opening his eyes. Then closing them hurridly. The light. God, not the light. Try and turn over carefully so as not to disturb the angry, rapey bear in your head. But you can't. The bed's too small. Shit, you've got a double bed, right? But this is a single. And there's someone in it. Oh. Arse.
But .. on the plus side, it's very, very definitely female. And stunning. Oh my. Search memory, fuckfuckfuck .. nothing. Not a sausage. There was ... it must be Thursday? there was definitely a BUSA game yesterday afternoon, we were at home, I think we won. Oh, christ, that probably means Los Locos. Fuckspiders.
She stirs. A bit of a cuddle. Good stuff. But I've not the faintest fucking idea what happened so I need to try and extracte myself with panache. I get up and try and find my clothes, conspicuously writing down my phone number so I don't get accused of legging it. Now the tricky bit
"erm, I'm a little hazy about exactly where we are now?"
"we're in my room, obviously"
"...."
"in the nurse's accomodation here?"
"...."
"Walthamstow Hospital"
".. ?"
"hang on ... can you even remember my name?"
Oh shit, that's the sucker punch. Desperately scan the room. Fair bit of Catholic stuff, sudden flash of inspiration! "of course I can, Mary!"
She punched me. So, my morning after souvenir was twofold. A lovely black eye, and no bastard memory whatsover, to this day, of a night spent with a gorgeous Catholic nurse.
she did call me though. She was called Sarah.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 9:49, 42 replies)
Imagine a much younger badger slowly opening his eyes. Then closing them hurridly. The light. God, not the light. Try and turn over carefully so as not to disturb the angry, rapey bear in your head. But you can't. The bed's too small. Shit, you've got a double bed, right? But this is a single. And there's someone in it. Oh. Arse.
But .. on the plus side, it's very, very definitely female. And stunning. Oh my. Search memory, fuckfuckfuck .. nothing. Not a sausage. There was ... it must be Thursday? there was definitely a BUSA game yesterday afternoon, we were at home, I think we won. Oh, christ, that probably means Los Locos. Fuckspiders.
She stirs. A bit of a cuddle. Good stuff. But I've not the faintest fucking idea what happened so I need to try and extracte myself with panache. I get up and try and find my clothes, conspicuously writing down my phone number so I don't get accused of legging it. Now the tricky bit
"erm, I'm a little hazy about exactly where we are now?"
"we're in my room, obviously"
"...."
"in the nurse's accomodation here?"
"...."
"Walthamstow Hospital"
".. ?"
"hang on ... can you even remember my name?"
Oh shit, that's the sucker punch. Desperately scan the room. Fair bit of Catholic stuff, sudden flash of inspiration! "of course I can, Mary!"
She punched me. So, my morning after souvenir was twofold. A lovely black eye, and no bastard memory whatsover, to this day, of a night spent with a gorgeous Catholic nurse.
she did call me though. She was called Sarah.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 9:49, 42 replies)
I think you mean Whipps Cross Hospital as well, IF INDEED THIS STORY OF SEX EVER HAPPENED AT ALL
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:00, closed)
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:00, closed)
THERE IS NO SEX.
Or maybe there was. That's the fucking problem, I've no idea.
But, no, I was definitely in Walthmstow, I walked to Walthamstow tube for the Victoria line of shame.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:03, closed)
Or maybe there was. That's the fucking problem, I've no idea.
But, no, I was definitely in Walthmstow, I walked to Walthamstow tube for the Victoria line of shame.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:03, closed)
IT MUST HAVE BEEN WHIPPS CROSS
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SUITS HERE
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:07, closed)
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SUITS HERE
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:07, closed)
Steady, you're channeling Al again.
Anyway, it's /QOTW. Obviously it's all massive aspergers lies.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:13, closed)
Anyway, it's /QOTW. Obviously it's all massive aspergers lies.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:13, closed)
Not wound up quinten, it is just funny to see rory blow his top on the many occasions when he attempts to troll and is laughed at..
I understand you two are buddies as everyone needs a friend, so your defence of our retarded rory is very sweet.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 11:58, closed)
I understand you two are buddies as everyone needs a friend, so your defence of our retarded rory is very sweet.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 11:58, closed)
^I have to agree with Mock turtle rory tries very badly to troll and ends up getting angry himself. Small penis syndrome if ever I saw it^
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 12:18, closed)
That’s not what your dear old Gran said, right slag she were, minging arsehole but went like a train with a bit of greasing up from a tesco tub of marg.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 12:33, closed)
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 12:33, closed)
What sort of self important prick arbitrarily scores postings on qotw
You've gone down in my estimations today
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 13:50, closed)
You've gone down in my estimations today
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 13:50, closed)
And the anger starts.
You are meant to be the troll making other people angry.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:02, closed)
You are meant to be the troll making other people angry.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:02, closed)
Gaz you? Is this your attempt at sexy time?
You certainly are not a troll rory but your pathetic attempts to try to be one are so endearing.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:12, closed)
You certainly are not a troll rory but your pathetic attempts to try to be one are so endearing.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:12, closed)
You seem pretty confused about the whole thing, I'm just trying to be there for you
I don't mind you following me round getting all upset over anything I write, but the scoring gig of yours is pretty sad.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:24, closed)
I don't mind you following me round getting all upset over anything I write, but the scoring gig of yours is pretty sad.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:24, closed)
Really rory give it a rest, you spew out the same of bullshit phrases because of your lack of originality.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 15:01, closed)
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 15:01, closed)
My cousins now wife, then girlfriend
did her nurse training at the London Hosital in Whitechapel.
We had some EPIC weekends at the nurses quarters behind the hospital.
Having said that, seems quite a few nurses are a bit fucking nuts. Not sure if the profession draws drama queens, but it was a rare weekend that didn't see at least one spectacular meltdown.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:09, closed)
did her nurse training at the London Hosital in Whitechapel.
We had some EPIC weekends at the nurses quarters behind the hospital.
Having said that, seems quite a few nurses are a bit fucking nuts. Not sure if the profession draws drama queens, but it was a rare weekend that didn't see at least one spectacular meltdown.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:09, closed)
I think a punch was reasonable punishment in this case to be honest.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:13, closed)
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:13, closed)
yeah well you spelled 'everyone in the whole world is fucking my mum' wrong
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 11:06, closed)
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 11:06, closed)
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