Wolfie
A guy I used to work with (tag = above), who now works for a large insurance company, sounds like 'Harsh'.

Wolf and I had been out for a bit of an insurance lunch, ie, large curry and as many Cobras you can squeeze down your neck before the 3pm curfew with a broker.

To be fair, that was me, Wolfie was on a saps OJ as he had his ACII (another cunt in insurance) exams shortly and wanted to study that night - cock.

I ordered the obligatory extra cobra at 2:55 and got the bill at the same time. Curfew was office returning time, but provided you had the bill signed off prior to 3pm you were safe.

Slurped up, and swayed back to the office (about 50m) @ 3:20 and ditched the broker en-route - ugly cow.

Back up to our floor in the lift and we are both dying for a piss. Me due to 5 large cobras and Wolfie due to 5 OJ amd lemonades.

One urinal and one sit down. Not a problem, take one each and after a considerable piss, washed up and left to go back to our desks.

As I had a few 'drinkies' I held the door open for Wolfie, and he was a gent and held the next open for me, but he didn't, he tried to sneak through like the slippery broker. Shame was that as he opened the door it hit his foot and as he had intention to stich me up in the first place already had the momentum to move forward.

The muppet spanked his forehead right in the middle on the edge of the door.

We laughed, and carried on back to our desks, me laughing like a school girl tickled by Mr Pink.

What then happened was that the pressure of the blood flowing to the injured forehead had built up enough to break through his skin.

Wolfie just sat there laughing as did I, whilst blood sprayed over his desk like a cartoon.

Everyone else in the office went mad and thought I had hit / shot him as I was laughing rotf!!

Cleaned him up - off to hosp and they glued him up.

He still has the scar!
(Suck it and Sea, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 19:48, Reply)