CAT boots invasion
During a big party at my house, a small group of us, for some reason, went on a little walk downtown. Outside a newsagents, we found a pink pair of CAT boots, and stacks for newspapers for the next day. I nab the boots, a friend takes the papers, and we head home. "Boots!" thinks I, "hilarious!".
As the night went on, and I got more drunk, everything blurred, but I remember boots...

Waking up the next day, I rouse the partyers, make a big greasy breakfast and send them on their way. Opening the front door, I found 3 more pairs of CAT boots lined up. "Gadzooks" I exclaim, "well isn't this hilarious, I was so wacky and somehow aquired 6 more boots! This is so funny and random, what a legend I am!".

Imagine my shock and disappointment (and skintitude) when I am told that in my drunken stupor, I had gone back out, headed to various pubs, and paid a total of £250 for said boots from other drunkards' feet.
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 7:39, 2 replies)

I thought you meant boots, for a cat
Which would have been MUCH better.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 13:54, closed)

^What she said^

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 29 Mar 2011, 14:04, closed)