Pissing in the closet, with a twist..
Well, as a young man, I would hang out with a slightly disreputable bunch of bikers. Not Angles exactly, just a diluted version..

Anyhow, they were all perfect gents. Some of them had a temper though.. especially one of them, called Samson. He put block built outdoor latrines to shame.

SO one day, a rather raucus party ensues at his place, with all and sundry (inlcuding the entire contents of one pub, and several strippers) getting thoroughly pissed/stoned/indulging in whatever fun they could. At some small hour, it wound down, and most went home, apart from the few of us that couldnt move, who passed out on the living room floor.

Now, it seems that during the night, a weezly little twat called Dave had got up, mistaken the closet for a toilet, and merrily deposited the proceeds of the nights drinking, and gone back to sleep.

It transpired in the morning, that Samson was not the most trusting of souls, and had stashed all of his powders, pils and cash in a really smelly wellington in said closet.

Said welly was still a receptacle for all his cash and contraband. Unfortunately, the contraband had dissolved, and the cash was now soggy.

The beating Dave got later on was spectacular though, and made the rest of us laugh like drains, as we hated the little fucker.
(CantSleepClownsWillGetMe Likes: Turtles, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 15:44, Reply)