I value my ballcocks and wouldnt want my wife taking them off Her party is tonight as well but in another place (same city) so sharing a taxi back She is also late coming on......please no. Dont want another
Any Christmas party horror stories? The most hungover I've ever been was after a Christmas party. I felt so **** that I must have had alcohol poisoning. I remember waking up and feeling like I'd been hit by a train. I then realised I had to go to my brother in law's wedding for the weekend. Unfortunately it was in another country so I had to travel with the mother of all hangovers. Having managed to make it to the hotel, I went downstairs for the eve of wedding dinner. While everyone else was eating loads and getting hammered, I sat at the end of the table saying nothing, eating nothing and drinking water. The following Monday I went to work to be told by all my colleagues that "you were really drunk at the Christmas party". Was I, no ****?
Loads, most involving tackling some dirty married slapper from various accounts depts. In terms of hammered, the worst was a Christmas Eve bash after we closed up at lunchtime. Straight to the pub for a works bash, it ended with me waking on Christmas morning sat in a chair in the living room still wearing my coat, as the kids came down to open their presents. I had a gob like Ghandi's flip flop and felt like I'd been 10 rounds with Tyson. I spent the day throwing up, couldn't eat a thing. I've still no idea where I'd been, who with and what I'd consumed.
Mines shameful. Was at a hotel in colmore row in brum. Couple of birds really flirting with me. They sat either side of during dinner. They both undid my trousers under the table and started stroking the old chap. Whilst my boss sat opposite me. After dinner they said we are both staying in your room tonight. . Never had a threesome. Still haven't. I got absolutely smashed they sent me to my room While they went an got themselves ready. I promptly passed out. They tried banging the door and even got reception to call my room. Slept straight through it. Gutted. Couple of years later at a similar hotel party. Pulled the bird I really fancied from work. I ended up honking Coke up my nose then the old chap wouldn't work at the vital moment and bent in the middle. Gutted again.
... was thinking more "What The Inbetweeners Did Next" ... although there might be scope for "Deep Choke"
