Pineapple Cubes
Sunday afternoons were when we would all meet down the pub for the obligatory "hair of the dog" session after the previous two nights fun and frolics.

A friend of ours, (not really a friend since we were right horrible bastards to him, largely because he was a total twat and deserved it) had an annoying habit of falling asleep in the pub on a Sunday afternoon - always before he'd got through his second pint...annoying when this is around 30 minutes since we all met.

On one particular Sunday afternoon, whilst relieving ourselves in the establishments facilities and mulling over the weekend so far, we noticed that the small yellow cubes we were pissing on would look far more at home in this idiots pint.

We popped them in there and swirled them around every few minutes trying to get them to dissolve before he woke up. They didnt...but he still woke up, muttered something and took a hefty swig of his pint without noticing.

The look on his face as he realised he'd been poisoned by his so-called friends was nearly as good as the scarlet face, neck and eyes he was sporting when he eventually returned from the toilets.

A reccy mission after he'd left confirmed he'd not so much prayed to the white porcelain god, but rather proclaimed his faith at the top of his lungs.

We didnt see him much after that.

Yay! First post :)
(inspoken, Wed 4 May 2005, 17:28, Reply)