» It's not me, it's the drugs talking

Noooooo! Leave them balls alooooone!
Once me and a mate were extremely stoned from skunk after a plethera of 3 litre 'waterfalls' (tm). We're sitting in his room, watching snooker on the TV, when we both develop an immense fear from watching each ball fall down into a pocket. Every time a player goes for a pot, we both whimper with apprehension, and as the ball rolls straight for a pocket, our whimpers concurently evolve into something of a shrill girly scream. Eventually a house mate burst in, in response to the commotion, only to find myself trouserless, face down on the floor having fainted, and my friend straddled unconscious over the little TV, with his cock out, after having apparently urinated over the poor electrical device.

I blame the snooker.
(Wed 21st Dec 2005, 21:10, More)