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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I made the acquaintance of a young lady who never even told me her name, just dragged me outside for all manner of naughtiness. In the morning I got back in my car to find her earrings on the floor, her knickers wrapped round the gearstick, and £40 in various denominations.
Cheer oh-nameless-one, it was a grand slap-up pub lunch for me and my mate the next day.
(, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 22:18, 4 replies)
...but when anyone mentions a slap up meal, especially in the context of some triumphant celebration, but I can't help thinking of a huge mound of mash with an unfeasibly large number of bangers poking out.
It's a very Beano/Dandy aesthetic, I guess...
(, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 22:49, closed)
If I come home with anything less than a grand, my wife will beat me.
(, Sun 29 Apr 2012, 20:25, closed)
(, Mon 30 Apr 2012, 10:23, closed)
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