Discuss Strange habits when urinating at the The NAAFI Bar forum within the The Army Rumour Service website; I was out on the lash a few months ago with a mate. Between pubs ...
I was out on the lash a few months ago with a mate. Between pubs he went to get a kebab while I stayed outside and smoked. It was then I saw a youth in the distance, having a slash in the street. Nothing unusal there, we've all done it, except that the youth had his strides pulled down to his knees!
When my mate arrived with his dead rat in pitta bread, I mentioned the spectacle I had just observed, and he remarked that he has also witnessed this phenomena.
Now, I don't particularly keep up with fashions, so do trendy trousers not have flies anymore? Or are the modern youth a bunch of fuckwits?
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The feckers don't just step up to the pisser and let rip... They go through this kind of striptease, (of sorts), and you end up standing next to some hermer with his knickers down... Most disconcerting...
I was out on the lash a few months ago with a mate. Between pubs he went to get a kebab while I stayed outside and smoked. It was then I saw a youth in the distance, having a slash in the street. Nothing unusal there, we've all done it, except that the youth had his strides pulled down to his knees!
When my mate arrived with his dead rat in pitta bread, I mentioned the spectacle I had just observed, and he remarked that he has also witnessed this phenomena.
Now, I don't particularly keep up with fashions, so do trendy trousers not have flies anymore? Or are the modern youth a bunch of fuckwits?
It's called "Schoolboy Rules" - an addition that can be made to any drinking game or themed night out. A call of "Schoolboy Rules!" in the loo results in a number of p*ssheads dropping kecks at the urinals and is generally followed by some very strange looks from everyone else.
I was introduced to this only a couple of months ago, and after seeing the look on the random stranger's face when my mate dropped all at the urinal right next to him had me in stitches for half an hour. Though I was mullered...
Since my religious proclivities are fully extended by the worship of rugby, beer and gorgeous women, no offence taken. I'm just curious about the assumption that any deity must be fluffy. Give me some vindictive pagan Thunder God with a cute High Priestess and a couple of eager-to-please priestess friends; that's the way to fill a church.
I was out on the lash a few months ago with a mate. Between pubs he went to get a kebab while I stayed outside and smoked. It was then I saw a youth in the distance, having a slash in the street. Nothing unusal there, we've all done it, except that the youth had his strides pulled down to his knees!
When my mate arrived with his dead rat in pitta bread, I mentioned the spectacle I had just observed, and he remarked that he has also witnessed this phenomena.
Now, I don't particularly keep up with fashions, so do trendy trousers not have flies anymore? Or are the modern youth a bunch of fuckwits?
It's called "Schoolboy Rules" - an addition that can be made to any drinking game or themed night out. A call of "Schoolboy Rules!" in the loo results in a number of p*ssheads dropping kecks at the urinals and is generally followed by some very strange looks from everyone else.
I was introduced to this only a couple of months ago, and after seeing the look on the random stranger's face when my mate dropped all at the urinal right next to him had me in stitches for half an hour. Though I was mullered...
This used to be known as "Little boy pees". Three or four blokes standing at the urinal, suddenly someone shouts "Little boy pees!"
All blokes drop trousers to ankles, pull up sweat top to neck with both hands, shake kn*b about unaided and giggle inanely much to the bemusement of anyone else in the gents.
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