'Barely Dressed' in Cockfosters.There was a ladies underwear store in Cockfosters called 'Barely Dressed'. It was next to the local bakery/cafe, our hang-out when 12/13. There was one person in our group of friends who lived on the far-side from where we were coming from, so we told him to wait outside for us and we'll meet him there. I noticed him pacing up and down waiting for us, and he was mainly outside the underwear shop. I dashed to the payphone down the road and call up the shop.
I said 'My friend is coming to see you now, and wants to buy something nice for his mum'n'dads weeding anniversary, but is very embarrassed. Would you mind showing him something nice?' And the very nice lady understood that this sweet young boy wants to get something for his parents but was nervus.
She noticed him pacing around outside and showed him in. Im not sure what happened, but he was in there for a good 10 minutes.
(I said 'My friend is coming to see you now, and wants to buy something nice for his mum'n'dads weeding anniversary, but is very embarrassed. Would you mind showing him something nice?' And the very nice lady understood that this sweet young boy wants to get something for his parents but was nervus.
She noticed him pacing around outside and showed him in. Im not sure what happened, but he was in there for a good 10 minutes.
G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩€,
Tue 21 Oct 2003, 22:48,
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Acid and chocolate - the wonder yearsIn my younger and more drug addled days, me and four friends decided to do some acid. Me and my two closer friends had done this far too many times already, but the new guy was a first timer.
As the trip kicked in we all simultaneously decided to stop talking and just 'mouth' the words to each other, except obviously for the new guy.
We pretended to hold deep conversations in silence as he got more and more confused, then paranoid and finally hysterical. Crying, in fact.
Eventually he passed out upstairs in a gibbering wreck. Once we were absolutely sure he was asleep, we undid his trousers and nestled a Marathon (snickers) bar into his underpants.
As he woke up in the morning, feeling none the brighter, he must at some point have realised there was a nagging, heavy prescence in his loins and then discovered a melted chocolate and peanut mess in his calvins.
Whilst we didn't witness the horrified look of discovery, we did see him come downstairs in an uncomfortable manner and try to pretend that nothing untoward had happened.
None of us ever mentioned the incident again.
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Tue 21 Oct 2003, 23:01,
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As the trip kicked in we all simultaneously decided to stop talking and just 'mouth' the words to each other, except obviously for the new guy.
We pretended to hold deep conversations in silence as he got more and more confused, then paranoid and finally hysterical. Crying, in fact.
Eventually he passed out upstairs in a gibbering wreck. Once we were absolutely sure he was asleep, we undid his trousers and nestled a Marathon (snickers) bar into his underpants.
As he woke up in the morning, feeling none the brighter, he must at some point have realised there was a nagging, heavy prescence in his loins and then discovered a melted chocolate and peanut mess in his calvins.
Whilst we didn't witness the horrified look of discovery, we did see him come downstairs in an uncomfortable manner and try to pretend that nothing untoward had happened.
None of us ever mentioned the incident again.
That ......Is one of the funniest fucking stories I have ever read.
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Tue 21 Oct 2003, 23:09,
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That reminds me of a very similar thing that happened to me...There used to be motorbike road races in the town I'm from, which basically meant going on the complete rip for the weekend.
On the first day of the festivities we persuaded this chippie van to park out the front of the house that we were doing all the partying in, mostly because it's a very small town and the more screening we could get the better.
The night after that one of the lads, in his infinite wisdom, decided to break into the van and steal every single chocolate bar they had. Little did I realise the significance this would have later on.
When a few of us had passed out from the days activities the absolute demonic swine that were still awake put a couple of bars of chocolate down the front of my jocks and down the back of one of the other lads jocks.
Now, I woke up pretty early and the fact that the chocolate hadn't set yet combined with the fact that I was still hammered meant that I didn't notice anything was awry. So cheery as you like I ambled down the stairs, into the living room and set up shop on the couch with some smoke and cans (about 9am). The lads were all nearly killing themselves laughing at me but I was in too much of a mess to notice anything.
Skip forward 3 hours I was still on the couch getting nicely toasted, and everyone had pretty much forgotten what they had done to me as I was too clueless to cop on to the fact that they were laughing at me not with me when I came down the stairs. Suddenly my mate lets out a roar from upstairs and comes pelting down shouting blue murder as "that tore all the hair out of my arse, you bastards".
Much to everyone else's amusment I was in tears of laughter along with everyone else. First they were laughing at him, then they were laughing at me laughing at him, then they told my friend who had just come down the stairs about my situation and he instantly forgot his pain had a good laugh at me aswell.
About another hour later I decided the time had come to go next door (where I lived) and get myself cleaned up.
As I was unaware anything was amiss I jumped up of the couch, in one stroke viciously ripped out half of my pubic hair and fell on the ground in extreme pain. My mates laughter earlier on suddenly made sense, and knowing that I'd made an idiot out of myself taking the piss out of my mate earlier on multiplied the agony of the situation.
My God almighty it was painfull.
At least I got some kicks out of the situation though, I came out of the shower only to find my dog was half way through eating my jocks.
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 9:27,
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On the first day of the festivities we persuaded this chippie van to park out the front of the house that we were doing all the partying in, mostly because it's a very small town and the more screening we could get the better.
The night after that one of the lads, in his infinite wisdom, decided to break into the van and steal every single chocolate bar they had. Little did I realise the significance this would have later on.
When a few of us had passed out from the days activities the absolute demonic swine that were still awake put a couple of bars of chocolate down the front of my jocks and down the back of one of the other lads jocks.
Now, I woke up pretty early and the fact that the chocolate hadn't set yet combined with the fact that I was still hammered meant that I didn't notice anything was awry. So cheery as you like I ambled down the stairs, into the living room and set up shop on the couch with some smoke and cans (about 9am). The lads were all nearly killing themselves laughing at me but I was in too much of a mess to notice anything.
Skip forward 3 hours I was still on the couch getting nicely toasted, and everyone had pretty much forgotten what they had done to me as I was too clueless to cop on to the fact that they were laughing at me not with me when I came down the stairs. Suddenly my mate lets out a roar from upstairs and comes pelting down shouting blue murder as "that tore all the hair out of my arse, you bastards".
Much to everyone else's amusment I was in tears of laughter along with everyone else. First they were laughing at him, then they were laughing at me laughing at him, then they told my friend who had just come down the stairs about my situation and he instantly forgot his pain had a good laugh at me aswell.
About another hour later I decided the time had come to go next door (where I lived) and get myself cleaned up.
As I was unaware anything was amiss I jumped up of the couch, in one stroke viciously ripped out half of my pubic hair and fell on the ground in extreme pain. My mates laughter earlier on suddenly made sense, and knowing that I'd made an idiot out of myself taking the piss out of my mate earlier on multiplied the agony of the situation.
My God almighty it was painfull.
At least I got some kicks out of the situation though, I came out of the shower only to find my dog was half way through eating my jocks.
Thatis cuntish behaviour. Making your mate cry on a trip? Wow.
The chocolate's funny, though.
(The chocolate's funny, though.
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 14:55,
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it is the worst kind of "prank"no one should be fucked with while tripping.
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 19:31,
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Youevil, evil bastards. Messing with peoples head when they're on acid could be pontentially dangerous, specially if it was his first time.
Cruel, very cruel......
(Cruel, very cruel......
D3xt3r Don't take any guff from these fucking swine....,
Sun 26 Oct 2003, 12:01,
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Was that near.....Peking Inn??? That place was the butt of many a joke phone call...
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Tue 21 Oct 2003, 23:33,
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Yep, across the road, and down towards Cat Hill a bit. G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩€,
Wed 22 Oct 2003, 1:50,
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