during my final year of school
the head of 6th form organised a trip to italy for the year 11's, to break the ice. after the 40 hour coach trip (a party in its self), we got settled in and found a bar up the main strip of lido de jesolo called marys pub. it was your typical 'british bar' run by locals, making itself very un british. anywhos, this became our evening venue every night of the week. on our last night we went a bit mad and trashed the place...slightly, so we filled a hat with money and gave a huge tip (around £200) to cover things and make them sweet. however, one thing always stays in my mind (well 2), the first was that i dont ever remember walking from the bar to my hotel room, but it was about 20 minutes away, and the second was asking a fellow student to see her breasts. she agreed and wapped down her top. judging by her reaction, things were not good. i looked and her confused and asked..."where are your nipples?" she replied with a huff, grabbed her shoulder sacks, and lifted them up. her nipples pointed unaturally downwards, and were concealed in the fold at the bottom. i was sick, and carried on drinking my guinness and vodka chasers (i havnt drank guinness since)

excuse length, girth and all round shittyness
( Johno says the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one But still they come on, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 0:54, Reply)