Ahhhh booze. Lovely lovely booze.
I'm afraid my best booze story was when i was still living with my parents, I got home in the small hours, totally rat-arsed. I then burst into my parents rooms and crashed into their wardrobe. I then opened the wardrobe, and only answered their calls of "What the hell are you doing?" with "I need to go to the toilet". Needless to say, my dad booted me out of the room before I pissed into the wardrobe. Hurrah! We all had a good laugh about it the next day.

My friend, who shall remain nameless, used to stay over at his nans house when we went out boozing. Once, while completely paralitic, he filled, and climbed into the bath, fully clothed. He then got out, sopping wet, and jumped on his nans bed. As you do.

Another time, he spilt the entire contents of one of those "water filled light/bubble tube" things they sell in the gadget shop all over his bed. And then slept in it.

Last weekend, I woke up with several coloured pencils, and someones makeup compact in my back pocket, and absolutely no idea how they got there.

All very tame, i'm sure, but i find them quite amusing.
( Lumpbucket tekcubpmuL, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 9:59, Reply)