Lego x fluffy toys x curry with rice x £1 drinks=disaster
Back in days of yore, when a certain club in Truro would allow in anyone with the balls to try and the money for entry through their hallowed doors, myself and a couple of college buddies would head down there, wide-eyed, clutching our newfound student EMA money,plannign to spend the evening shotgunning their "£1 for any drink" offers. this particular fateful evening, we'd arranged to crash at a friend's house in truro. before going out his dad treated us to a slap-up meal of tasty home-cooked beef curry with rice. very rich and filling it was.
As the night progressed on, it became apparent my mate joe was feeling rather the worse for wear. we staggered home, failing as we so often had before to secure any female company, and crashed out in the spare room in our friend rich's house, previously inhabited by his now university-age sister.
at some point in the night, i was woken by the sound of joe performing a full eject sequence.
flicking the light on, i was greeted by a delightful sight, joe, sitting half-upright, at the edge of the bed doing one of those voms you only perform when you're REALLY fucking out of it- no projection,no leaning forward, essentially just a torrent of fail pouring from his vacant slack mouth and down his chin like a waterfall of sundry bottled alcopops,inadvisably bright liqueurs, beef chunks, and rice. down it flowed, glancing off the edge of the mattress, in part hitting the rug, but in part, heading into the sizable drawer under the divan base.
whcih was full of a: fluffy toys of a light and girly colour pallette, and b: lego.
Have you ever tried cleaning rice out of lego?
it's a fucking logistical nightmare. the grains are about the same size as the holes in the lego bricks.
Apologies to rich's poor sister, whose childhood memories were sullied by the honking of a crude and irascible youg man
apologies also to the people onboard the top deck of the bus from truro to pool hat morning, who were treated to the sound of joe's death-metal style chundering, and for the small ocean of bile and regurgitated evian that flower from one end of the bus to the other depending whether it was going up or down hill.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Mon 30 Apr 2012, 13:35, 4 replies)

Manky!
Not quite on topic, but well told. Click!
( Evil Bastardo, Tue 1 May 2012, 16:28, closed)

well, the lego risotto
was rich's sister's morning after souvenir.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Wed 2 May 2012, 10:43, closed)

I have cleaned vomit out of lego too
My ex mother in law gave the lego her kids had played with to my children. However, their uncle had, at the age of 4 puked into the lego box and it still, many years later smelled of puke so I had to clean very old puke out of lots of crevices. mmmm funfun!
(teasus likes tea, Wed 2 May 2012, 0:22, closed)

my cats got into my room once when i was younger
and mistook a a large tray of lego for a litter tray.
the dog then also got into the room and ate the lego-studded turds
the result was dog turds with lego in.
animals are stupid.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Wed 2 May 2012, 10:44, closed)