After much pestering, my Mum once agreed to bring 15year old me some beer back from Calais, but only if I didn't 'do anything stupid'
Which of course meant not getting really pissed and throwing up over friends and family at a barbeque like I did the time before.

To remove all temptation I took all 108 tiny little bottles to school and kept them in my locker. For about a month I sold them for a pound a go. A teacher caught me smuggling the empties to the bin, Great Escape style, and I got an absolute bollocking, made worse by my attempt to pay him off with said contraband.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Thu 8 Sep 2011, 14:48, Reply)