Doorbell shenanigans
I, like the next smoker am partial to a post coital cigarette. I live with the missus and a couple of other people and to appease those 'other people' we have agreed no smoking in the flat

This particular occasion the missus and I decided to walk down the 4 floors to spark up our cancer sticks in the late night breeze and relax further into our endorphine filled state of euphoria.

Until....I suddenly became too relaxed and let out a little fart that carried with it a bit too much weight.

I promptly explained to the better half that I would have to leave her as I was cooking up my own little bum brownie and it wanted to pop out of the oven.

Scrambling the 4 flights of stairs, I arrived at my door, burst through and deployed my shit submarine into the deepest darkest place it could go. NOW I was relaxed.

My girlfriend however, had embarked on a little adventure of her own whilst I was decorating the toilet bowl. She had finished her cigarette and walked up towards our flat door. When she got there, she found the door to be locked. 'Russ must be fucking around' she thought and incessantly, without reluctance started ringing the doorbell to the tune of Axel F/ Beverly hills cop theme over an over again.

Bear in mind that it is well into the night and the majority of office types who live in the block will be fast asleep preparing themselves for work the next day.

A naked, dreary eyed asian man opens the door, looks at a stunned young girl still pressing his doorbell and says "please dont do that" she made her babbled apologies and scuttled away.

The daft wench had gone up 1 too many flights of stairs and as the corridors all look the same, didnt pay any attention to the number on the door.

Now every time we see him, it's more than a little awkward!
(Eggstrovert isnt patronising you...honest..., Thu 1 Oct 2009, 16:56, 1 reply)

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I actually lolled! xx
(b3ta_polis, Sun 4 Oct 2009, 12:55, closed)