
I woke up on a friend's sofa after helping her walk her boyfriend back 2 miles from the centre of town. We reckon his drink was spiked. The fact that she was in enough of a state to fall face first down the club's stairs and laugh, but still had to be partly responsible for looking after him, tells you a lot about the state he was in.
Edit: it just occured to me that it very easy could have been me in his position if only I'd given him the other glass instead (the one I had). Blimey.
( , Sun 10 Jul 2005, 14:43, archived)

so you could have your wicked way with him...
Filthy....just filthy...
( , Sun 10 Jul 2005, 14:55, archived)

This link has unlimited comic potential.
Edit: in all seriousness, though, that's awful. How was the poor guy in the morning?
( , Sun 10 Jul 2005, 14:59, archived)