The old follow through

Mate of mine did it at my old flat after a all dayer on the wife beater in town.
He said nothing though and left the shite covered boxers in the small bin in the bathroom the ****. We also put a pizza in the oven and fell asleep with the cooker on all night on a roasting hot summer night, worst hangover ever!
So misery wasn't impressed when she landed in from a night shift to a sauna with a big black smoke mark up the kitchen wall and was even less impressed when she found the shitty boxers whilst doing her cleaning duties!
 
I think Ive posted this story before but I will stick it on again. I pulled some woman in a Jumpin Jaks one night and back to her place. While in the toilet in her house I saw a huge skidmark in the kegs from a wet fart earlier in the night. Looked around for somewhere to ditch them, the bin has been emptied and had a brand new bag in it so that was out. Cistern was obviously out, so only thing for it was out the window. It only opened about 4 inches until some catch caught it, so I dangled them out and aimed for next doors garden. Took a few practice swings and on a count of 3 I swung and went to launch them. They went about 4 inches in the air and fell straight down onto the conservatory roof. The woman I had pulled was sat in the conservatory.

I hadn't seen your story before but it's just given me a proper laugh mate!
 
I think Ive posted this story before but I will stick it on again. I pulled some woman in a Jumpin Jaks one night and back to her place. While in the toilet in her house I saw a huge skidmark in the kegs from a wet fart earlier in the night. Looked around for somewhere to ditch them, the bin has been emptied and had a brand new bag in it so that was out. Cistern was obviously out, so only thing for it was out the window. It only opened about 4 inches until some catch caught it, so I dangled them out and aimed for next doors garden. Took a few practice swings and on a count of 3 I swung and went to launch them. They went about 4 inches in the air and fell straight down onto the conservatory roof. The woman I had pulled was sat in the conservatory.
Did you get your leg over still?
 
Happened to me in Limogues in France. Had just left some friends and was driving south to the other side of Barca and was just on the motorway.Then it happened.....20km later I pulled into a service and straddled into the gents with a an old pair of undies out of my case and a cheesy grin. I was convinced everyone was looking. Think it was the wild mushrooms from the night before.
 
when I was younger we used to go in the pub and just ask for the strongest beers, lagers ect, in Cheadle I was in a pub called the oak two bottles of old toms poured into a pint pot,,walking down Cheadle high street I followed through,went to the star(cant remember if it was the star) I think straight to the loo gruds off popped open the cistern lid and I swear there was about 5 other pairs all stuffed into the cistern,cleaned myself up ,jumper round my waiste and trotted off home :)
 
My shame happened about 25 years ago in Faliraki on a lads holiday. I'd had an upset stomach for a couple of days but was getting by with no mishaps. Then........it happened! Just had something to eat and the bubbling sensation in the stomach started. Not wanting this to happen in a Greek taverna toilet, I legged it back to the room. Only just managed to get in when wallop, I followed straight through! Runny shitty boxer shorts (navy blue with sailing boats I seem to remember) Not wanting any of the lads to find out I quickly got cleaned up before anyone came back. Now what to do with the offending boxer shorts? Chuck them in the bin? No! Clean them? No! Throw them on the noisy scousers balcony below ours? Damn right! They deserved it, constant noise all night and day! I'll never forget that squeaky Scouse accent when the boxers were discovered shouting "Who the fuck are these boxer shorts covered in shit?" Oh happy days,it was years before I owned up to my mates!
 
One night I had way too many Kronenboug and had pulled some bird from Clacton, she took me back to her place but my guts were rumbling badly. I kept holding it back while we were chatting then had to finally ask for the bog.

I was absolutely hammered, I could barely make it up the stairs and I let out a ripper and left a huge puddle of wet fart in my white Calvin Klein boxers. I went to the bathroom and relaxed on the bog and it came out faster than niagara falls. I was wiping frantically the puddle of shit in the boxers and realised it went all the way through.

Being so hammered and panicking I was debating whether to put them in the bathroom cupboard but for some drunken reason I thought it would be a bright idea to put it in the bedroom I had walked past, under the bed covers, I've never been the brightest fucker.

Either way, I have my wicked way with the tart, luckily for me (or so I thought) we were in a different bedroom!

The next morning she made me brekkie and a cuppa, suddenly this 80 year old wrinkly woman comes down naked covered in shit from her waist up, all over her tits and even the face, it was her grandma saying she can't remember wearing the shorts, the bird couldn't understand what the fuck happened. I just ate my bacon sarnie and finished watching Going Live with Gordon The Gopher and legged it as soon as they cleaned up. Not touched the 1664 since
 
I played in a game of rugby where one of the opposition props strained too hard in the scrum and crapped himself. The 2nd row forwards weren't too happy.
 
One night I had way too many Kronenboug and had pulled some bird from Clacton, she took me back to her place but my guts were rumbling badly. I kept holding it back while we were chatting then had to finally ask for the bog.

I was absolutely hammered, I could barely make it up the stairs and I let out a ripper and left a huge puddle of wet fart in my white Calvin Klein boxers. I went to the bathroom and relaxed on the bog and it came out faster than niagara falls. I was wiping frantically the puddle of shit in the boxers and realised it went all the way through.

Being so hammered and panicking I was debating whether to put them in the bathroom cupboard but for some drunken reason I thought it would be a bright idea to put it in the bedroom I had walked past, under the bed covers, I've never been the brightest fucker.

Either way, I have my wicked way with the tart, luckily for me (or so I thought) we were in a different bedroom!

The next morning she made me brekkie and a cuppa, suddenly this 80 year old wrinkly woman comes down naked covered in shit from her waist up, all over her tits and even the face, it was her grandma saying she can't remember wearing the shorts, the bird couldn't understand what the fuck happened. I just ate my bacon sarnie and finished watching Going Live with Gordon The Gopher and legged it as soon as they cleaned up. Not touched the 1664 since


So to summarise, you pulled the sheets from off an elderly woman and threw your shitty duds on her, covered her up again and walked out to shag her daughter/grand daughter. You are the stuff of legends. Was Phil Schofield still with Gordon the Gopher BTW.
 

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