Walking home from the pub... (as I'm sure a lot of these stories will begin the same way)
... with two friends Amanda and Liam.

Nearly home and we're wandering (slightly tipsy) down the road at about 3am.

Most of the houses are dark, and so when we walk past one with the light on we all instinctively glance at the window.

The sight that greeted our poor delicate eyes was a guy sitting on the sofa, minus his trousers. Cock in hand. Fwapping away furiously.

To make matters worse, his mate was apparently passed out in the arm chair (or pretending to be asleep)

Liam yelled out, "At least draw the fucking curtains!" and all three of us immediately dissolve into hysterical laughter and fits of giggles. I managed to make it about 10 yards with the 'eyes front, I'm British' frame of mind before I looked round to find that Amanda had made it about three feet before collapsing on the ground in hysterics. Liam had made it slightly further, but was propping himself up on a parked car.

There is no way the guy couldn't have noticed us all laughing uncontrollably... but we didn't have the guts to look through the window again.

Either we put him off his stroke, or his mate woke up. Either way, we were all in physical pain from laughing.

You had to be there I suppose...
( Beastie is doing science with his arse, Thu 28 May 2009, 16:09, Reply)