Nights Out Gone Wrong
In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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weirdest cab ride ever
I was in college and feeling experimental, yadda yadda. Long story short, I ended up in a "double date" LSD situation with my best friend and her boyfriend at her house. My boyfriend was particularly skilled in "psychedelic entertainment" and was dropped off with a ginormous suitcase full of costumery, a dream machine, play-doh, bubble guns, papayas and other things you think might be interesting (but really aren't) on a trip.
We spent maybe 4 hours doing the usual - hiding play-doh around the house, battling the ladder robot in the kitchen, eating the roommate's food and then my best friend and her boyfriend were gone. They couldn't handle it and were in her room for the rest of the night, leaving us stranded. Genius boyfriend decided to call a cab, saying that he could handle it. He slathers all of his stuff together in his suitcase, I reluctantly get in, and it is probably the most awkward, longest cab ride, ever. We couldn't remember the correct address, so we were driving around for a while, while the cab driver's talking about who knows what, and we're both in the back with this gigantic suitcase that's dripping bubble soap with various costumery hanging out of it on our laps, topping it off with the most idiotic grins. We eventually recognized something and just asked to be dropped off. There was an awkward exchange of currency, and then the long walk home. I'm sure it's pretty standard for a cab driver, but I'm never volunteering myself for that situation again.
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 2:32, 3 replies)
I was in college and feeling experimental, yadda yadda. Long story short, I ended up in a "double date" LSD situation with my best friend and her boyfriend at her house. My boyfriend was particularly skilled in "psychedelic entertainment" and was dropped off with a ginormous suitcase full of costumery, a dream machine, play-doh, bubble guns, papayas and other things you think might be interesting (but really aren't) on a trip.
We spent maybe 4 hours doing the usual - hiding play-doh around the house, battling the ladder robot in the kitchen, eating the roommate's food and then my best friend and her boyfriend were gone. They couldn't handle it and were in her room for the rest of the night, leaving us stranded. Genius boyfriend decided to call a cab, saying that he could handle it. He slathers all of his stuff together in his suitcase, I reluctantly get in, and it is probably the most awkward, longest cab ride, ever. We couldn't remember the correct address, so we were driving around for a while, while the cab driver's talking about who knows what, and we're both in the back with this gigantic suitcase that's dripping bubble soap with various costumery hanging out of it on our laps, topping it off with the most idiotic grins. We eventually recognized something and just asked to be dropped off. There was an awkward exchange of currency, and then the long walk home. I'm sure it's pretty standard for a cab driver, but I'm never volunteering myself for that situation again.
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 2:32, 3 replies)
The way I read this....
... but I think I've realised why the cab ride was so uncomfortable.
"He slathers all of his stuff together in his suitcase, I reluctantly get in..."
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 9:57, closed)
... but I think I've realised why the cab ride was so uncomfortable.
"He slathers all of his stuff together in his suitcase, I reluctantly get in..."
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 9:57, closed)
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