Two stories about my brothers
1. Middle brother wakes up one morning at parents' house after a night on the lash. Lying in bed nursing hangover he hears his girlfriend on the landing talking to mum: "Is he awake yet?" "I don't know, I'm going to go and get him up and tell him what he did."

Turns out he woke up in the middle of the night for a slash and, ignoring the en-suite bathroom mere feet away, walked down the landing, turned into younger brother's bedroom and sleepily relieved himself all over younger brother's bed. Then went back to bed. Luckily younger brother was away at uni at the time.

2. And now one about younger brother (still in parent's house). He'd been down the local, got plastered, and woke up in his bedroom in middle of night busting for one. In his bleary-minded state he thought he was (a) still in the pub and (b) the gleaming white radiator in front of him was the gent's urinal. Which he proceeded to use. Cue mum coming in in the morning "Why is the floor all wet here?" "Er, oh, I spilt some tea..."
( shavedchimp something something oranges something, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 15:17, Reply)