Displaying myself....
I went on a hiking thing a couple of years back which was organised by some military types (long explanation - I won't bother) and involved staying in a barracks in Wales, sharing a room with a few guys.

Went out, hiked so far our legs stopped working (30 miles), then went to the the pub until the mini-bus could pick us up and drop us back at barracks. That night, we had a barbecue at the officer's mess, which was great. Went to the bar to get my rouhnd in and discovered that Army messes are subsidised to the hilt. Being a greedy bastard, I naturally gravitated towards the Laphroaig at about 50p a double or some similar ridiculous price tag, and added one to every pint order I made from then on.

Naturally, we all got smashed, but I got more smashed than anyone else. As a result, the 3 others I was sharing a room with decided to debag me in the middle of the night (I think they were all public school types, which explains the proclivity towards that sort of thing).

I was just too pissed to really be bothered, or to do anything about it, so I just went back to sleep without putting my shorts back on or rearranging myself.

The lady Captain in charge of organising the whole thing wasn't impressed when she came to check the rooms were cleaned and tidied in the morning and instead found me half-in, half-out of bed with my legs on the bed, my bare arse in the air, and my face in a pool of spit on the lino.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 29 May 2009, 10:10, Reply)