My fuckwit mate rob
crashed out drunk and unconscious on my sofa, and in his pissed state lashed out with his leg and kicked over my table covered in bottles, ashtrays and other party debris. the resulting mess of smashed glass / minging remains of beer / fag-ends all over my nice carpet was the final straw in an ongoing saga, so i decided (in my vodka-redbulled state) to stitch him up.

we dressed him up for some pictures, posing with my housemates fetish ware (thats a 10-inch dildo in his ear), then cleaned him up so that he had idea when he woke up.

the pictures were then posted off to "front" magazine for a section called "mate in a state". i then waited 4 weeks until our friends 21st birthday party - every person we knew was there including many members of robs family as well as his mum. the new issue of "front" had come out that morning (it was the issue with victoria silverted on the cover).

i got the dj to stop the music and get rob up on stage to recive a prize for the best costume (it was a fancy dress party and rob was smuggly wearing a storm-trooper outfit that had cost a fortune to hire). his face was a picture when instead he was presented with a framed page from "front" with the picture below in the center. he just stood for about 2 minutes with his brain trying to accept what his eye where telling him, whilst about 200 hundred people (including his mum) passed the pic round and pointed and laughed their ass off at him!

cunt - that will learn him!


(son of crazymum, Fri 14 May 2004, 20:05, Reply)