Posted a similar story before, but
My mate in college, will call him Mike, cos that was his name. Every time one of our mates had a birthday he would go round collecting money for a diesel (half pint of shorts/half pint of guiness). So when it came to his birthday, everyone was more than happy to give money, i think we ended up with 28 quid and a pint of shorts with no room for any guiness. Anyway, fair dos, he necked the pint and half an hour later passed out. Well two mates carried him home, where i turned up an hour later. Mike was lying in the hallway asleep with a blanket over him and evryone else was in the living room laughing. Apparently when they got him home, he pronounced he need a shite. So a mate took him to the bog and helped him get his trousers down. Half hour later there is no answer from the bathroom, so mate kicks the locked door in. Mike has fallen, mid-shit head first into the bath and is currently asleep, arse in the air with a big turd half hanging out of his arse. To cries of 'you dirty fucker', he wakes up and pulls his pants up.
Oh what great memories.
( DumbMonkey The penis mightier than the sword, Mon 5 Sep 2005, 12:51, Reply)