Drink! Postboxes! Knobs! Ace!
Many years ago, in Hunter's Bar....

There were several postboxes near my old house. My mate and I had a few hours spare, so we got pissed. On our way home, we walked past Homebase and an idea hit me; we would buy some paint, to decorate local pillar boxes.

So we did. We bought some purple, and some pink, and went home. Later that night, we crept down the road, sneaking silently (or giggling like twats and making a right old racket with the tins) down to the post boxes. We got there, and with stealth that would have disgraced an elephant, painted the post boxes like knobs, complete with veins.

We made it home and then, over the next couple of days, loitered in nearby bars listening to people talk about the decorations, and gloating.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Tue 12 Oct 2010, 12:27, Reply)