On a rugby tour
We had just watched the England France game a few years ago and we suitably leathered an decided we needed a chinese. So we walked the mile into town coz the fuckers wouldnt deliver. Waited for the order and collected it 15 mins or so later and set off on the return leg to the hotel. Then the thunder and lightening started so we picked up the drunken pace we were setting

As we entered the hotel car park, i felt the bottom of my paper bag giving way. I tried in vain to hold onto my delicious ribs and noodles, but the whole lot fell out of the bag and carton all down the front of my one pair of trousers and the floor.
Anyway, very angry and hungry i went bak to the drinking.

The next morning i woke up with 5 minutes to the tour meeting and had to hurredly wash the chinese crap off the front of my pants. As i was sat wearing the wet trousers drying them off with a hairdryer, 3 of 4 of the lads burst into my room to the sight of me apparently pleasuring myself with said hairdryer.

This led to a tour court, my punishment, go out that night with the words 'pubic stylist' written on my forehead in marker pen. Unfortunately, this wouldnt wash off and i had to play the next morning with this unfortunate monkier written on my head.
Luckily, i hadnt been caught white handed like another lad hu had to bear 'wanker' written on his head.

Thats the first post, and i spose if i was funny, there'd b a humourous penis reference here. I have a really small one, so i cant come up with one
(makavelli, Fri 19 May 2006, 15:38, Reply)