Beer immortality
Following on from my "climbing up buildings" shenanigans, lived in Belgium for a bit and came up with the "let's climb one of those massive t-cranes when we're pissed at night" game. That progressed into the "bet you can't walk out on the long bit at the top" game, etc etc. Darwinism in full effect.

But was this enough? Oh no no. We were beer-immortal (similar to beer goggles but causes men to think they are superman) so it became the "bet you can't chat up a girl, get her to go up with you and then shag her up there" game.
Step 1. Check.
Step 2. Check (with a lot of female doubts).
Step 3. FORGET IT YOU MAD NUTTER.
Unanticipated Step 4. How to get a very nervous lady DOWN a massive t-crane.

So, not only was I actively trying to remove my genes from the pool, I was also attempting to sow my seed and then kill the potential future mother of my offspring! Now THAT's Darwinism :)
(47_monkeys, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 11:45, 3 replies)

When you said "shag her up there" I instantly assumed you meant up the poop-chute, hence the reasonable mooted response of "FORGET IT YOU NUTTER!".


Kind of disapointed you mean on top of a crane....
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 12:00, closed)

You have a smutty mind
Down with this sort of thing.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 12:11, closed)

Careful Now!
Ditto
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 12:19, closed)