Taxi fine? Taxi fine!
After a singularly heavy night out at Spoons in Maidenhead (about the only decent place to go other than the Hob) me and a couple of mates decided that we couldn't be bothered with the half hour walk home so a taxi was in order. Having already had a cheeky technicolour yawn that night to make room for some more drinking, I figured I was pretty safe in the taxi home. Sitting me in thet middle with no window to lean out of was a huge mistake it transpired. Looking distinctly green around the gills as we set off, the taxi driver rather 'kindly' informed us that it was a 50 quid fine if any vom got on his car.

And then it happened. I couldn't hold it in any longer. So I did what every penny piching student would have done: tucked my t-shirt into my jeans, lifted up the neck and projectiled down my chest. Then sat that as if nothing had happened. We got out, paid the driver who duly drove off none the wiser and I proceeded to strip down, clean myself off with my t-shirt whilst my mates pissed themselves by the roadside.
(satanstolemyteddybear Mu hõljuk on angerjaid täis, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 9:33, 1 reply)

Good work!

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 13:22, closed)