A mate of mine....why are all my stories about other people? I guess I'm quite glad actually....went to someone's party when he was at school years ago. The evening was in full swing, when he noticed there was a massive queue for the bog. He went to the front of the queue, and it turned out one of his friends he had brought with him had been in there for ages and ages. After banging on the door and shouting his name for 5 minutes, they decided to break the door down, only to find a hellish vision. This guy, having apparently drank most of a bottle of vodka, had gone for a shit, and while he was sat there had been violently sick all over the wall and fallen off the pan. He was lying there unconscious, covered in shit and vomit. They cleaned him as much as they could, and picked him up to try and get him out of the house
He came to just as they reached the top of the stairs, and slipped out of their grasp. Without managing to break his neck, he feel donw the stairs, vomiting as he went, landing in a heap at the bottom. Miraculously, he was ok, and the fall seemed to have revived him a bit too. They managed to get him outside, and full of relief, stopped to take a breather. The guy again broke loose, and sprinted up the road before they could grab him. By the time they caught up with squatting in the middle of the road doing a massive shit, as cars beeped their horns and stared in disbelief. It was at this stage 7 o'clock in the evening in bright sunlight....
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