My seven year old brother was obsessed with snooker.....
...and begged and pleaded for a table for his birthday. Mum and dad told him it was too expensive but had in fact bought him one and the plan was that it would be unveiled with great ceremony on the morning of his birthday. The only flaw in this cunning plan was that it needed to be assembled and then stored so being a very kind much older sister I suggested that it was put in my bedroom over night. I was off out for a mate's party and when I came home severely bevvied up at 3am my mum was not suprised to hear bangs and crashes from my room as I fell over the bloody thing. What she was suprised to see however was a drunken me sitting over the corner pocket, convinced I was in the toilet, having an enormous slash all over the baize.
(DubstepBetty Down wiv der kids since 1972, Sat 25 Jun 2011, 21:30, Reply)