Stags and Hens
Mictoboy asks: Everybody knows that stag and hen parties are a veritable gateway to Hell, and quite the worst thing to happen to anybody full stop. So, tell us what happened.
( , Thu 30 Jan 2014, 16:00)
Mictoboy asks: Everybody knows that stag and hen parties are a veritable gateway to Hell, and quite the worst thing to happen to anybody full stop. So, tell us what happened.
( , Thu 30 Jan 2014, 16:00)
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Goat.
A goat.
One (1) goat.
n.
"This is not your goat!"
"I do not have a (one) goat!"
( , Thu 6 Feb 2014, 15:04, 9 replies)
A goat.
One (1) goat.
n.
"This is not your goat!"
"I do not have a (one) goat!"
( , Thu 6 Feb 2014, 15:04, 9 replies)
Let your fingers do the walking
One of my mates got married very young, while still living at his parents. Not sure how, but he ended up having his stag do at their house while they had gone away for the night. With loads of booze and some loud music, a good time was had by all. Next morning we all woke, bleary eyed, and starting cleaning up the place: collecting glasses, washing away the suspicious stains, bagging up the bottles and cans, putting all the furniture back. Everything was going swimmingly until, with just one hour before the parents were due back, the stag himself moved a magazine off a table to discover an enormous scratch in the polished surface. Panic! Luckily we found a copy of the Yellow Pages and quickly rang a French Polishing service, who turned up and restored a lustrous sheen to the tabletop with just moments to spare. Ironically my mate's dad was called J R Hartley. Star Wars.
( , Thu 6 Feb 2014, 11:49, 5 replies)
One of my mates got married very young, while still living at his parents. Not sure how, but he ended up having his stag do at their house while they had gone away for the night. With loads of booze and some loud music, a good time was had by all. Next morning we all woke, bleary eyed, and starting cleaning up the place: collecting glasses, washing away the suspicious stains, bagging up the bottles and cans, putting all the furniture back. Everything was going swimmingly until, with just one hour before the parents were due back, the stag himself moved a magazine off a table to discover an enormous scratch in the polished surface. Panic! Luckily we found a copy of the Yellow Pages and quickly rang a French Polishing service, who turned up and restored a lustrous sheen to the tabletop with just moments to spare. Ironically my mate's dad was called J R Hartley. Star Wars.
( , Thu 6 Feb 2014, 11:49, 5 replies)
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