- Fri Nov 01, 2002 2:25 pm
#35124
Has it was payday yesterday, an obligutory trip to the pub was in order after a hard days slaving at work. So a group of us decided to gate crash our local's halloween bash. Whilst costume wise we were definently not there, our spirits were as we knocked back free vodka jellies.
The scottish land lady Avril made her way towards our table clutching hollowed out toffee apples with a piece of string attached through it. Myself and a rather well endowned female colleague were then forced to play a game of 'hang the string around your neck whilst the other person has to take chunks out of the apple'. I placed the string around my neck as she dove in, covering my cream shirt in red stains which were not due to shaving for a change.
Then it was my turn....
Immidiatley I noticed a few problems which might land me into a john leslie situation. Given her peaks wich resemble mount everest, nad had probablly seen an equal amount of bearded males clambering over them...the red tinted apple had nessled right between the rather overgrown puppy dogs.
As i closed in upon the apple, inoticed that with every touch....the piece of fruit appeared to betravelling further down this chasm and becoming increasingly more difficult to budge. By this point, my cheeks were being crushed significantly by the love pillows. After a few seconds, but seemed like months I eventually got hold of the apple and bit out a huge chunk.
As i returned to the surface I was greeted with a round of applause from everyone, apart from my 'friend'......
who was clasping a camera and laughing manically.
bastard
