Weeing fail
Last week I was out with my boyfriend and a friend of ours (let's call him Matt). We were supposed to be having productive discussions about a project but instead ended up going on a pub crawl, blagging our way into a club, missing the tube and drinking Scotch on the night bus home at 3am. When we arrived at a stop near my and the boyfriend's house we popped into a 24 hour shop for some more booze and, upon reaching the counter, realised that Matt had disappeared.

Since he didn't know the area and was quite compehensively wankered, I decided to go and stand outside the shop and call him. To my surprise, he answered.

'Matt! Where are you?' I asked.

'I'm across the road pissing on a bin,' he said cheerily.

I looked up and Matt was, indeed, across the road pissing on a bin. So it was as he raised his arm to wave to me that he dropped his brand new iPhone on the floor, where the screen smashed into little bits and, leaning down to rescue it whilst still in mid-stream, fell over into his own unpleasant puddle and simultaneously deposited fresh piss all over his legs.

Poor Matt.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 14:03, 1 reply)

Serves him right for owning an iPhone
*clicks*
( Captain V, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 20:23, closed)