'That Dave' and Huey on the dancefloor....
Back when I was a teenager (half my age now, sob...), me and my rabble of mates used to frequent many a Newquay nightclub on a Thurs, Fri and Saturday night. Saturday night was Berties (if anyone knows it) night,and this night was just like all of the others, mild drug smoking, copious alcohol consumption and general rape/ pillage...

Me and my best mate 'That Dave' ('That' was the imposed christian name applied by my mum,to those no good friends me and my sister had that obviously lead us astray) were on the dancefloor - giving it large and trying to woo the ladies/round up cattle - delete as appropriate.Dave had decided to down his beer in a rush to get to the dancefloor, however this was a bad mistake and it was soon time to see it again. Being a true gent, he did manage to put his hand over his mouth, which unfortunately just managed to direct the projectile vomit at calf level, through 180 degrees. He then managed to pretend as if nothing had happened, leaving several girls with wet calves wondering what the fuck had just happened, and what was on their legs... One such Doris soon realised what she had been covered with, and promptly slapped me round the chops..much to Daves amusement! This story has of course been told many times since, and I would have loved to seen the look on some of the girls faces, wondering how they managed to get carrot in their shoes...

Guess you just had to be there, luckily I was....
(Hugh.G.Rection Brother to Clendrix......., Tue 14 Apr 2009, 22:19, 1 reply)

Outrageous, and I can't even tell Mum.
Mind you, I doubt she would have been surprised...
( thealternativefact, Wed 15 Apr 2009, 10:06, closed)