A couple of years back
I was out with a mate of mine in Chester and his mate (A) came out as well. As the night went on many, many drinks were imbibed and much dancing did ensue in Rosies (it's the only place in Chester, or it was), although it may have been Havana's.

After a bit we all end up getting separated (I think girls were involved) and I'm left with A after my mate has gone home. We're both crashing at my mates and know how to get back so decide to walk it from town back to his.

En route back we both get the munchies but don't really have the cash for food, we end up walking past the Plantation Hotel and find a pizza box, closed and still a bit warm, so I have a lightbulb moment. I double check the street, it's still dead, not a soul except me and A.

I'm not proud of what I did next and the alcohol was to blame I'm sure but I opened the box, took out a slice of pizza and started eating. A just took one incredulous look at me with his mouth gaping open, held it for a couple of seconds while I happily munched on the bountiful pizza, then took a look in the box and saw the other slice and joined me!

Best find at the time ever, not lucky, just what was needed at the right time!

I'd apologise for length but it's inversely proportional to this post...
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:22, Reply)