When I had a flat in the centre of Plymouth
it was used by a lot of people as a crash pad if they couldn't be bothered with / couldn't afford a taxi home. One night I drank too much - too quickly and had to go back to the flat early, but told everyone to still come back and I would leave the door unlocked. A good friend led the convoy back to mine an hour or two later and when he opened the door was confronted by me, spread eagled and naked in the hallway. He covered my dignity with a book and the partying continued until i had come round and could join in the fun.

In my defense, at least he had to use the yellow pages.
( A Rory Borealis here under duress, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 23:35, 10 replies)

yellow pages little book of calm
( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 23:37, closed)

*clam
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 23:41, closed)

*clam chowder

( A Rory Borealis here under duress, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 23:56, closed)

Hullo, knob polishers?
It's just possible you could save my life.
( .Yeti., Sun 20 Jul 2014, 5:07, closed)

from my memory of 1980s Plymouth
leaving the door unlocked was an invitation to get wursted by a sailor
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 20 Jul 2014, 10:18, closed)

You've kept your naval career quiet, until now.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Sun 20 Jul 2014, 10:27, closed)

It's a lot better now
you have the choice of naval or student sausage
( A Rory Borealis here under duress, Sun 20 Jul 2014, 11:11, closed)

luxury!

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 20 Jul 2014, 11:24, closed)

How do you know
he didn't let his fingers do the walking whilst you were out cold?
(Rsoles, Sun 20 Jul 2014, 13:37, closed)

i'd be disappointed if he hadn't

( A Rory Borealis here under duress, Sun 20 Jul 2014, 18:48, closed)