A d0d9y night Before anyone asks, I have Mikes (d0d9y's) full permission to post this. The date is Friday, 19th of December. Mike has been drinking since midday. I join him in the Stout Fiddler at 21:00 for Influences with DJ Smurf and Co. We decide to go to the secret warehouse party afterwards, but not until various pints and other substances are consumed. We go to the warehouse party at 00:00. Mike is well monged by this time, but can still dance (although his memories of this are non-existent). At about 02:30 he sits down on a crate and looks 'zombiefied', as highlighted below. Because he is in such a stupor, I decide to sit with him on the crates which had been liberally scattered to act as seats, and look after him. An hour goes by, and apart from the odd snarl, he stays still. I then ask if he wants to go. He says yes, and I try to help him up. He then gets angry and sits back down on his crate. Eventually he decides to stand up, whilst still zombiefied. A couple happens to be standing in front of him. Of course they get leaned into for five minutes. When the male half of the chickenhead pair eventually decides to ask Mike to get off, Mike opens his mouth and snarls. However, being in such a state, nastiness is not enough, as the next paragraph will highlight. I notice Mike fiddling with his zip. "He isn't going to do what I think he is, is he?" is what I mumble, in hope, to myself. His hands go in the zip, and the cock lobs out. I stand scratching my head thinking about what should I do. I decide that since he is monged off his face, it would be pointless trying to ask him why he feels the need to hang his dick out, so I leave him to it. I sit back down in the hope that no one notices. Five minutes later I go back to see if he had put it away. It was still out, and by this time it looked like he was getting ready to piss. A hippie looking is stood in front of him. I waited for the inevitable wet patch to show up on the hippie’s tatty jeans. However, by a stroke of divine intervention, he puts his dick away, and stumbles towards the DJ box. How anyone never noticed his dick hanging out, I will never know. I go sit back down, and get a phone call 10 minutes later from the naturist. I find Mike in the middle of the warehouse, and at last he is awake! He doesn't know where he is or how he got there. We leave the warehouse party, and the next day, the incident is told. PS. Mike says Merry Xmas everyone, just in case anyone thought he died.
Re: Re: Re: Re: A d0d9y night I was joking gary I have some belting picture messages for u, I'll send u them soon!
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: A d0d9y night NOBHED! oh go on jim wake me up at 5 in the morning again with a picture of a mandrin trannie again.. go on please! COCKWASHER! only jokin like
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: A d0d9y night Don't worry about that! These will be worth waking up for, did u get my Spongebob Squarepants one?
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: A d0d9y night Its a cartoon, I dont have my mobile on me at the moment, I'll send u it when I get home
haha, exposure king. I apparently had mine out at our work Xmas party in front of a blokes wife. Also accidently touched another bloke from works wife and another blokeys wife had her hands down ma trousers. Apparently I also fell asleep next to some bins when I got out the taxi.
Nor me... Funny thing as well is that I've got a cataract in my right eye... and I thought it was the constant masturbation making me go blind...
