Some twelve years ago I begrudgingly went out for St. Patricks day.
Some six hours after the session had commenced, we found ourselves in a late bar, when my boss at the time decided to chat up a girl some thirty years his junior.

I don't remember how, but I ended up at her place having very drunken and sleepy sex with her (Fuck knows how, considering the state I was in!) Overslept, didn't make it back to work to deal with that mornings delivery so my boss had to do it all by himself. He didn't talk to me for a fortnight when he found out why.

I really didn't like my boss at the time, so it was a win-win-win situation. Although I did find out later that she had given me the clap.
( Muns, Fri 19 Dec 2014, 14:30, 1 reply, 10 years ago)

There is still a sporters shaped hole in the hedge near work from a St Paddys afternoon out
17 pints of Guinness and somersaulting into hedges FTW

I also managed to break all the lights above the pool table in the works local
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 19 Dec 2014, 14:32, Reply)