A friend and I
elected to sample the only remaining drinking establishment we had yet to try near our new abode. At about three in the afternoon (for we were accursed students), we witnessed a man attempting to leave the bar in a somewhat inebriated state. As he neared the door, his trousers fell to the region of his ankles. Fortunately, his shirt was long enough to conceal whatever lay beneath.

Less fortunately, he was so drunk that he failed to notice the escape of this leg coverings and continued walking, falling forward to the ground. It seemed, after a moment, that he had equally failed to notice falling over and carried on toward the exit in a shambling writhe until his departure was assisted by his almost-as-drunk associates.

The other closest pub had a pub rabbit eating lettuce off the floor. We went further afield after that. Armed.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Tue 22 Jul 2008, 18:27, Reply)