I have another story
My friends and I all seem to fall into this awful ability to do stupid things when we've had a little bit of the drink in us. One night we were out clubbing and having a great time, and our mate, Lee, starts pulling what looked to be a really hot girl in the smokey, dim light of the club.

It turned out to be a really hot girl and said hot girl took our teenage mate back to her flat for a night of, what was described to me as, a night of education that has stood him well for the rest of his life.

Our Lee is a bit of a womaniser, y'see and basically fucks anything that moves, so when he says it's good then you know it was good. However, he was strangely quiet about the next day.

It turns out he woke up the next day and walked through to the kitchen. He sat down at the table for breakfast that she'd made for him. It was at this point that her two kids came running in for breakfast with "her good friend that had stayed over the night because he couldn't get home".

She was 30.

He was 17.

The awkward silence of the breakfast table was only punctuated by the regular clockwork crunching of buttered toast. Now, not only has he pulled someone almost twice his age, but he also did it in a club a year underage. To what turned out to be, he found out when she was putting on her clothes after breakfast, a policewoman.
(John_Anon_Prince I have no heart and soul, Sun 7 Dec 2008, 1:22, 3 replies)

That last line clinches it.
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(LLamaBoy skived off work on, Mon 8 Dec 2008, 15:21, closed)

Epic win
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( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Mon 8 Dec 2008, 19:41, closed)

Fantastic ending
*uber click*
( chart cat has an itch, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 5:07, closed)