I was once on a work jolly in that there London
which turned out to be the boss taking a bunch of us provincials on a tour of his favourite bars, each time saying "Oh, you don't want to eat here, we'll get something at the next place."

Booze and no food puts LiC rapidly into shutdown mode, and so when I noticed as we walked between bars that we were actually passing the hotel we were staying at, I simply detached myself from the group and went in. Got to my room, started to get undressed sitting on the end of the bed, passed out.

Not terribly naughty in itself, but I was sharing a room with one of the other guys and I had the only key. He ended up having to sleep on the floor in another room, he was NOT happy.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 11:28, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

What really happened?
Was he upset because he woke up and you were "spooning" him and dribbling in his ear?
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 11:31, Reply)

No, that was it
Reconstructed, it appeared I'd considered him and attempted to wedge the door open with cardboard but failed. Good job too, as when I woke up around 4am I had apparently pulled down my trousers and pants, sat on the end of the bed to take them off, and just flopped backwards already snoring. Not a good thing to greet you when returning from a piss-up.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 11:42, Reply)

His colleague walked in to find that Lighty had drawn a picture of his face on a pillow
and was vigorously wanking into a pair of his pants, repeating his name over and over again whilst clad in a lacy pink negligee.

It made conversation at breakfast the next day a little awkward, to say the least.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 11:44, Reply)