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[TheDoctor]

And the Mod's threw away my best porno mags...

You gotta fight for your right!!

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Own up, who was using 3BM's favourite Cliff Richard LP as a frisbee?

Bugger, accountantpete lent me that and I see Uncle Mort's skinned up a fat one on it too, so to speak.

It's all Crackle's fault anyway - he put me up this and I'm so young and impressionable.

 

[I like Skol]

Is this a good time to say "HOW'S YOUR HEAD?"

 

[tyred]

What joker put cling film over the toilet?

 

[threebikesmcginty]

They're all out again. Let's slag 'em off. The bunch of....

 

[PpPete]

wheee !

 

[dan_bo]

.......dilligent, hardworking and thoughtful individuals

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Bugger, just seen admin snooping around.

Cave chaps, the beak's here! *scarper*

 

[TheDoctor]

Creep! I'm gonna wee in thier kettle

 

[accountantpete]

 

[ColinJ]

Everything in moderation, lads!

Speaking of parties that get out of control ... I was in my mid-20s when I got invited to the 18th birthday party of a friend of a friend. It was being held in a very smart house in the posh bit of Earlsdon in Coventry. As soon as I arrived, I saw that the girl's parents had foolishly gone out for the evening and left a bunch of 18 year olds to their own devices in the upmarket property ...

Big mistake! There was vomit, there were food fights, cigarettes were being casually stubbed out underfoot on expensive carpets, broken furniture - could it get worse? It could, actually ... The boyfriend of the hostess was the worse for wear - incapable of speech, and staggering about. It was when he staggered head first through the large pane of glass in the front door that we decided to leave, having first established that he hadn't cut himself to ribbons.

I wouldn't have liked to have been the 18 year old when her parents arrived home!

 

[tyred]

If there is no more room on the floor, people can use the ashtrays provided.

 

[Wobblers]

Everything in moderation, lads!

Speaking of parties that get out of control ... I was in my mid-20s when I got invited to the 18th birthday party of a friend of a friend. It was being held in a very smart house in the posh bit of Earlsdon in Coventry. As soon as I arrived, I saw that the girl's parents had foolishly gone out for the evening and left a bunch of 18 year olds to their own devices in the upmarket property ...

Big mistake! There was vomit, there were food fights, cigarettes were being casually stubbed out underfoot on expensive carpets, broken furniture - could it get worse? It could, actually ... The boyfriend of the hostess was the worse for wear - incapable of speech, and staggering about. It was when he staggered head first through the large pane of glass in the front door that we decided to leave, having first established that he hadn't cut himself to ribbons.

I wouldn't have liked to have been the 18 year old when her parents arrived home!

I don't believe that, Colin. Coventry doesn't have a posh bit!

 

[Shaun]

I managed to avoid getting arrested three times at parties that got a bit wild; once by hiding under a bed and "gluing" myself to the wall (the policeman couldn't be bothered to bend down and have a "proper" look - phew!!); once by making the informed decision to "do a runner" a few seconds earlier than the rest of them, just as the police vans turned into the cul-de-sac; and once by convincing the copper that I lived a couple of doors down and was helping my neighbour eject the partygoers (and proceding to frog-march the remaining people out of the house and slipping away down a back alley before I could be stopped and questioned in detail about the night's shenanigans!).

Thank goodness last year is behind me now ...

 

[Fnaar]

Everything in moderation, lads!

Speaking of parties that get out of control ... I was in my mid-20s when I got invited to the 18th birthday party of a friend of a friend. It was being held in a very smart house in the posh bit of Earlsdon in Coventry. As soon as I arrived, I saw that the girl's parents had foolishly gone out for the evening and left a bunch of 18 year olds to their own devices in the upmarket property ...

Big mistake! There was vomit, there were food fights, cigarettes were being casually stubbed out underfoot on expensive carpets, broken furniture - could it get worse? It could, actually ... The boyfriend of the hostess was the worse for wear - incapable of speech, and staggering about. It was when he staggered head first through the large pane of glass in the front door that we decided to leave, having first established that he hadn't cut himself to ribbons.

I wouldn't have liked to have been the 18 year old when her parents arrived home!

I'm slightly ashamed to admit that when I was 17, I was at a party just like that (I didn't get involved in the vandalism, but I didn't leave* either) ... family photos were taken out of their frames, had moustaches (etc) drawn on them and were replaced, food was chucked about, someone blocked the loo with bog paper and it flooded till it began dripping down through the kitchen ceiling, the drinks cabinet was raided 'early doors', a window went, somewhere, kitchen i think. The parents came home, called the police from call box before coming in (I think someone was riding a motorbike round the front lawn).

*A girl introduced herself to me as "Randy Claire" and started snogging me. How could I leave?
*We were all (30+ people, I guess) escorted away from the house by plod, and told to get lost, basically. Re-grouped in the pub, felt guilty over a pint, then went home. I never ever saw or met Claire again.