nothing tastes as good as stolen booze
Went on a geography field trip to wales, staying in some grotty village in an old schoolhouse. On the second night me and my mates played a few card games in the kitchen with the teachers. After a while they retired to the lounge to get drunk with reckless abandon, leaving a freshly opened bottle of wine in the kitchen...
Half an hour later and I had worked my way through most of it, when I heard one of the teachers returning.... oh shit. I quickly stashed the remainder in the fridge and nonchalantly began to play cards again.
Mr Miller comes in, "Wheres that bottle of wine gone?"
"Oh, sir, I put it in the fridge" I said in a helpful, slurred voice.
He went over and took it out and started to walk away, but before leaving he turned around and said sharply "Roopy...." My heart skipped a beat...
"you're not supposed to put red in the fridge"
and left.
phew. Luckily I think he was drunker than me.
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 11:43, Reply)