Friday, October 17, 2008
A friend of mine in Barnsley explained that it is regarded that you have never trully been pissed until you have shat yourself whilst drunk. In the early 1980's whilst out on the town in Barnsley, wearing skin tight snow washed jeans and a jumper tucked into them and extremely drunk, he tripped over. The trip caused him to evacuate his arse with such force that the shit shot up the back of his jumper to escape through the only vacant exit, up the back of his neck. Nice!