...and she was ginger
A few moons ago I had spent a quiet evening in with girlfriend at the time in our lovely, and not at all manky student house. We'd gone through a fair old variety of drinks, vodka martinis, red & white wines and there was a possibility of a wee toke-ette as well, if my memory serves me correctly. Which it rarely does.

We staggered up to bed and did what drunk couples tend to do. We made a hald arsed attempt to get on. We both passed out mid-way. A few hours later I was woken by a prod to the head from me bird who was feeling sick. I staggered up, and went to get her a glass of water & a bucket.

Just as I reentered the room she looked at me in a fairly greenish way and threw up all over the bed, herself, the duvet, pillows, the floor. everybloodywhere. I left her sitting there, and started cleaning up a bit. I wasn't best pleased as you can imagine as I wasn't too steady on my feet. A few not entirely pleasant words were exchanged. She started crying, and continued to do so. So hard she pissed herself. Just after I'd put some clean sheets on the bed. Nice.

I obviously thanked her for help and assistance in matter. To make matters more amuising the next days was my third day in a new job & was so tired/hung over I got sent home with a 'if you ever fucking turn up like this again find a new job'. Woo and, indeed, yay.

Both my length & Girth have been sung about by bards through the ages.
(Lord of the Pies, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 16:05, Reply)