The Worst Journey in the World
Aspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
Aspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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oh and
christmas 1999. coach driving us back from liverpool to manchester at 5am. driver was in a tremendous hurry as he had been booked for 2am but had been bribed to stay and wait for us with enormous quantities of cash. he was therefore trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
so we're all hammered, swigging from the stolen spirits bottles, singing, dancing in the aisles and generally twatting around. the stinky french cleaner fell on the sleeping managing director's knee, who in his stupor wrapped his arms around the cleaner's putrid waist. the cleaner waved his arms and legs around like an ugly overfed insect but he was trapped.
anyway, the lanky, hideous ginger virgin of a trainee plumber found this so funny that he needed to piss. so he headed into the toilet. after about 30 seconds, during which we could all hear him pissing like a racehorse despite the drunken cavorting around him, the coach lurched around a corner.
lanky hideous ginger virgin fell backwards out of the toilet, white cock in hand, and pissed an arc of golden piss over everything in sight as he landed on his back in the aisle.
poor, poor colleagues on the left of the coach. happily i was on the right side so i found it hilarious.
hmmm. yet another of my stories featuring a foul and incontintent beast. however, i didn't shag this one - yay for me.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 11:20, Reply)
christmas 1999. coach driving us back from liverpool to manchester at 5am. driver was in a tremendous hurry as he had been booked for 2am but had been bribed to stay and wait for us with enormous quantities of cash. he was therefore trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
so we're all hammered, swigging from the stolen spirits bottles, singing, dancing in the aisles and generally twatting around. the stinky french cleaner fell on the sleeping managing director's knee, who in his stupor wrapped his arms around the cleaner's putrid waist. the cleaner waved his arms and legs around like an ugly overfed insect but he was trapped.
anyway, the lanky, hideous ginger virgin of a trainee plumber found this so funny that he needed to piss. so he headed into the toilet. after about 30 seconds, during which we could all hear him pissing like a racehorse despite the drunken cavorting around him, the coach lurched around a corner.
lanky hideous ginger virgin fell backwards out of the toilet, white cock in hand, and pissed an arc of golden piss over everything in sight as he landed on his back in the aisle.
poor, poor colleagues on the left of the coach. happily i was on the right side so i found it hilarious.
hmmm. yet another of my stories featuring a foul and incontintent beast. however, i didn't shag this one - yay for me.
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 11:20, Reply)
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