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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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.