I used to have a long walk home from town when clubbing in York 'cos I always ran out of money for taxis
One night I was wobbling along and came across a man's shoe. I continued on my wobbly way and found another shoe, and some socks. A bit further, and a shirt. I now realise there is a theme developing. I turn a corner and see a pair of trousers, on the 3 steps leading from the street, up into someone's front door, and the door is open.

I walk to the door, the keys are in the lock, there is a pair of very brightly coloured underpants in the hallway.

After a bit of confused thought, I check the trousers, yup, there is a wallet within, and a phone. I contemplate going back to pick up the other things, but instead opt for just chucking the trousers into the hallway, taking out the keys and throwing them after it, then closing the door.

If you're reading this, that must have been a good night!
( ..wil, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 18:39, 2 replies)

I can just imagine
this person thinking 'bed', 'bed', 'bed' and started undressing in readiness of insta-sleep.

Strangely similar to BadMonkey's story.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 6:15, closed)

Picky, picky
I mean to say: if that had been me you were following, the striptease would have been a definite come-and-bugger-me signal.
( thirsty a rare visitor these days, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 23:23, closed)