Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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There was no need for what I did..
Me and a mate went to our local rock club which was, for a Friday, totally empty. We thought we'd drown our sorrows by inventing drinks at the bar and downing them.
I went to the loo (not that pissed) and woke up with the sound of the bouncer kicking the door in. Seems I'd been there for about 2 hours asleep and it was closing.
My mate got me outside and I threw up in the doorway of the Alcohol Advisory Clinic. (Certainly no need for that!)
To end the evening he propped me up against a lamp post and said "Stay there, I'm getting chicken!" and went into the takeaway. Instantly forgetting him I saw a taxi pull up, so I lurched forward and jumped inside with a "Home James!" look about me and as we drove off I watched my mate come out of the shop holding a chicken burger looking at me like I'm some kind of cranberry.
What a bastard I am.
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 10:43, Reply)
Me and a mate went to our local rock club which was, for a Friday, totally empty. We thought we'd drown our sorrows by inventing drinks at the bar and downing them.
I went to the loo (not that pissed) and woke up with the sound of the bouncer kicking the door in. Seems I'd been there for about 2 hours asleep and it was closing.
My mate got me outside and I threw up in the doorway of the Alcohol Advisory Clinic. (Certainly no need for that!)
To end the evening he propped me up against a lamp post and said "Stay there, I'm getting chicken!" and went into the takeaway. Instantly forgetting him I saw a taxi pull up, so I lurched forward and jumped inside with a "Home James!" look about me and as we drove off I watched my mate come out of the shop holding a chicken burger looking at me like I'm some kind of cranberry.
What a bastard I am.
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 10:43, Reply)
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