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» Out of my depth
Repeated regurgitation
I am a total lightweight..
First year, first week of uni - I decide that I am on form and go to the student bar, I am then asked to take part in a drinking competition as I have been blagging about my drinking prowess,(to try and impress the bar tender).
In the next few hours I get wasted, I don't remember leaving but am told that I collapsed in the street and am then carried home by some stranger that was walking past. I throw up all down his back. Then back at student halls - everyone is coming back from the pub and I am still unable to walk or talk. They think I should have my stomach pumped. So off I go in the ambulance, as I still have not found my legs they put me in a wheel chair. I am fucking wheeled out of the hall with everyone watching me.
The next part I do remember - I wake up in the hospital and decide to discharge myself (not that sort of discharge). I am still drunk and stagger back to halls wearing only the hospital robe, to find that I don't have my keys, wallet or phone.
I spent an entire year getting ridiculed by people I barley know.
Apologies for length.
(Fri 15th Oct 2004, 17:03, More)
Repeated regurgitation
I am a total lightweight..
First year, first week of uni - I decide that I am on form and go to the student bar, I am then asked to take part in a drinking competition as I have been blagging about my drinking prowess,(to try and impress the bar tender).
In the next few hours I get wasted, I don't remember leaving but am told that I collapsed in the street and am then carried home by some stranger that was walking past. I throw up all down his back. Then back at student halls - everyone is coming back from the pub and I am still unable to walk or talk. They think I should have my stomach pumped. So off I go in the ambulance, as I still have not found my legs they put me in a wheel chair. I am fucking wheeled out of the hall with everyone watching me.
The next part I do remember - I wake up in the hospital and decide to discharge myself (not that sort of discharge). I am still drunk and stagger back to halls wearing only the hospital robe, to find that I don't have my keys, wallet or phone.
I spent an entire year getting ridiculed by people I barley know.
Apologies for length.
(Fri 15th Oct 2004, 17:03, More)
» Pure Ignorance
If they were in outer space.....
ahem...'trees can live forever'.
I swear I am not joking.
(Fri 7th Jan 2005, 12:37, More)
If they were in outer space.....
ahem...'trees can live forever'.
I swear I am not joking.
(Fri 7th Jan 2005, 12:37, More)
» Posh
She's a bit middle class...
I come from good old Cambridgeshire, as do many of my friends, we're not posh, but one of my friends came out with probably the most middle class thing I've ever heard.
Recently we all met up and she was telling us all about how there were always 'weirdos' on a certain part of the train (I think it was between Ashwell and Baldock). They were in her words
'really loud, swearing and pushing each other around, like they were drunk. Perhaps there's some sort of mental hospital that they were all going to. I'm sure they had some sort of mental disability...'
We all started laughing as we knew she'd probably just got onto a carridge with some chavs, but she insisted they were mentally unstable and justified this with the line..
'they were probably on drugs'.
Girth? you love it you schlaag!
(Fri 16th Sep 2005, 16:11, More)
She's a bit middle class...
I come from good old Cambridgeshire, as do many of my friends, we're not posh, but one of my friends came out with probably the most middle class thing I've ever heard.
Recently we all met up and she was telling us all about how there were always 'weirdos' on a certain part of the train (I think it was between Ashwell and Baldock). They were in her words
'really loud, swearing and pushing each other around, like they were drunk. Perhaps there's some sort of mental hospital that they were all going to. I'm sure they had some sort of mental disability...'
We all started laughing as we knew she'd probably just got onto a carridge with some chavs, but she insisted they were mentally unstable and justified this with the line..
'they were probably on drugs'.
Girth? you love it you schlaag!
(Fri 16th Sep 2005, 16:11, More)
» Little things that turn you on
grrrrrrr
Biting on the back of my neck and growling....
ooooooh :)
(Fri 18th Feb 2005, 13:17, More)
grrrrrrr
Biting on the back of my neck and growling....
ooooooh :)
(Fri 18th Feb 2005, 13:17, More)
» Scars with history
Bull-ocks
Last year, myself and my better half went to Pamplona to watch the Running of the Bulls. We decided to go and visit the bulls the night before they ran, I was mucking about on the rail, I slipped and fell flat on my knees, and then my face - my knees were a mess and my white trousers were soon red - with squelching shoes. Saftey point lady poured iodine into the cuts. They did not heal well and now look like chemical burns. Anyway, the next day was the worst day for runners in 8 years as most of them got mauled by the blood thirsty bulls. :)
(Mon 7th Feb 2005, 13:17, More)
Bull-ocks
Last year, myself and my better half went to Pamplona to watch the Running of the Bulls. We decided to go and visit the bulls the night before they ran, I was mucking about on the rail, I slipped and fell flat on my knees, and then my face - my knees were a mess and my white trousers were soon red - with squelching shoes. Saftey point lady poured iodine into the cuts. They did not heal well and now look like chemical burns. Anyway, the next day was the worst day for runners in 8 years as most of them got mauled by the blood thirsty bulls. :)
(Mon 7th Feb 2005, 13:17, More)