Jeans do burn!
A few years ago I used to go out drinking with the staff at my local Games workshop on Saturday nights after they closed the shop. One day another of my mates came in after painting at work all day, he stank of turps but none of us cared, the pub wasn’t that nice smelling at the best of times anyway.

So he gets a beer, sits down and lights a cigarette. A bit of the mach head falls off and lands in his lap igniting the turps soaked jeans.

The look on his face was classic, he kept looking at his pint, his hand, and his flaming balls, wondering which to use to put the fire out. In the end he started whacking his nads with his empty hand.

Eventually he managed to put the flames out, and after us all having a long laugh at him and finishing our beers he decided to get the next round.

He stood up, took two steps towards the bar and his jeans fell apart! Now he never wore any kind of underwear so he was standing there in a crowded pub on a Saturday night with his manhood on show to all. He calmly walked to the bar and asked for a towel, and for a laugh the barstaff gave him a bar towel.

He stayed the entire night calmly walking about the bar with this bar towel covering himself, he even bought more beers for everybody, he really didn’t care.

At the end of the night the landlord gave him a lift home just so that he wouldn't be arrested by the police for exposing himself.
(Herr Doktor Lemminge Is bored, so cheer me up!, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 12:45, 2 replies)

Would be arrested?
or wouldn't?
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 19:43, closed)

Cheers Chains
I didn't notice that.
(Herr Doktor Lemminge Is bored, so cheer me up!, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 9:30, closed)