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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Salmon. Nottingham.
Once, I went back to an acquaintances' house after running into him on a night out. He's a bit unhinged. 'I caught a fish the other day. It's in the sink. Can you gut it for me' says he and hands me a pocket knife encrusted in god knows what. So I went to the bathroom and there's a six pound salmon sat in the sink, and it's the most diseased, disgusting specimen I have ever seen and anyway it smells like fanny cheese. 'Fuck off, I'm not cutting that thing' 'Ach, you're maybe right. It's maybe been sitting a bit long. Chuck it out the window.' Not being one to pass on an opportunity (it's not every day you get to throw a fish from a first floor window) I heaved it. A wee while later we were sitting smoking, calmly enough, when out of the blue comes 'YOU CHUCKED MA FUCKIN FISH OUT THE WINDOW YA BASTARD!' as he lunged at me with a meat cleaver, missed, and fell down between the couch and wall bringing a stack of speakers down on top of himself.I escaped down the stairs and out into the street and there's the fish lying broken on the tarmac. 'Just goes to show you can't trust any cunt' I muttered. I think the salmon understood.
The most perplexing, troubling thing that happened to me on a night out, though, something that confuses me to this day, is when I woke up outside a train station in Nottingham at one in the morning. The last thing I remembered was being skint and miserable in my native Scotland, nearly 300 miles away, at pub chucking out time. How did I get 300 miles in three hours with no money. It's not possible. It doesn't make any sense.
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 23:46, 22 replies)
Once, I went back to an acquaintances' house after running into him on a night out. He's a bit unhinged. 'I caught a fish the other day. It's in the sink. Can you gut it for me' says he and hands me a pocket knife encrusted in god knows what. So I went to the bathroom and there's a six pound salmon sat in the sink, and it's the most diseased, disgusting specimen I have ever seen and anyway it smells like fanny cheese. 'Fuck off, I'm not cutting that thing' 'Ach, you're maybe right. It's maybe been sitting a bit long. Chuck it out the window.' Not being one to pass on an opportunity (it's not every day you get to throw a fish from a first floor window) I heaved it. A wee while later we were sitting smoking, calmly enough, when out of the blue comes 'YOU CHUCKED MA FUCKIN FISH OUT THE WINDOW YA BASTARD!' as he lunged at me with a meat cleaver, missed, and fell down between the couch and wall bringing a stack of speakers down on top of himself.I escaped down the stairs and out into the street and there's the fish lying broken on the tarmac. 'Just goes to show you can't trust any cunt' I muttered. I think the salmon understood.
The most perplexing, troubling thing that happened to me on a night out, though, something that confuses me to this day, is when I woke up outside a train station in Nottingham at one in the morning. The last thing I remembered was being skint and miserable in my native Scotland, nearly 300 miles away, at pub chucking out time. How did I get 300 miles in three hours with no money. It's not possible. It doesn't make any sense.
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 23:46, 22 replies)
you were clearly abducted by aliens
they're attracted by the smell of rancid salmon
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 0:35, closed)
they're attracted by the smell of rancid salmon
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 0:35, closed)
because she's a fucking nutjob
if you want to know about chucking things through windows ask her about her cat.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:18, closed)
if you want to know about chucking things through windows ask her about her cat.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:18, closed)
I'll be honest, I think the story I made up about her smashing her cat repeatably against a window until it smashed in a blooded mess, was, erm, you know, made up.
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I know, but it still amuses me
how about we go back to the story about when she totally floored 3 guys with one punch?
She made that one up herself.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:32, closed)
how about we go back to the story about when she totally floored 3 guys with one punch?
She made that one up herself.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:32, closed)
I can't remember the details of that one, didn't one of them steal her hat or something?
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It says a lot about my worrying levels of trust
that I just believed it without question.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:41, closed)
that I just believed it without question.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:41, closed)
oh, leave her be
it doesn't bother me what someone i don't even know says
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 13:31, closed)
it doesn't bother me what someone i don't even know says
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 13:31, closed)
Haha, gentle mental to QOTW troll in just a few months.
Nice work.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:36, closed)
Nice work.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 10:36, closed)
Irvine Welsh called.
He'd like you to get back in his head, please.
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 9:25, closed)
He'd like you to get back in his head, please.
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