Ever cuddled a Tramp? I have......*bokes*
10 years ago I was about to get wed, and chose to have a stag do in the big smoke.

We started drinking early, and by midday we were "well on the way", Beers..shots...cocktails, you name it..if it had alcohol in it, we polished it off.

Cut to the end of 17 hours solid drinking, it was 4 in the morning and time for bed..problem was..we hadn't booked any hotel rooms. So we stumbled to a train station and kipped outside on the cold concrete floor.

Now if you've never tried it, concrete wasn't really made for 'sleeping on', and the cold soaks into your body, into your bones, and wakes you with a jolt..even if you have had enough booze to sink a battleship. You just can't get comfy!.. no matter what you do, or how you lie.

The night passed...very very slowly, and eventually the doors were opened to the station so we could enjoy some warmth! My laughing mates woke me from a very deep sleep..The sunlight burnt a hole in my brain..so my eye's remained tightly shut.

"What the fuck is that smell"?? I thought.. Oh no..I've shit and pissed myself in a drunken stupour. I reached down to my groin to feel 'the wet patch'..but I was bone dry?

I opened one eye, and checked out my surroundings. Somehow, during the night I had moved in my discomfort and found what I thought was a comfy pillow..The reality was a big fat hairy tramp called dave, who stank of piss, was covered in dog shit, and what seemed to be a little bit of my sick.

He didn't seem to mind, and told me "He'd had worse".
Had worse? What did he mean by that? He'd had worse nights..or situations..or people being sick on him..or did he mean sexual partners!!

My head was certainly pounding more than my ass, so that to me was a good thing. So until the next time..I'll say "Never again".
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Wed 8 Jul 2009, 10:02, Reply)