Assisted Swamping

#1
Having a quick chat with a colleague with how to deal with another problem colleague.
We came up with the idea of slipping the problem fellow a dose of rhohipnol, from my Friday night bag, then when under it’s influence swamp on his bed, with him in it, so that in the morning he thinks he’s swamped and feels ashamed with our added bonus of knowing we lagged all over him.

Now where the good fellows of the NAAFI bar comes in, is there a term for this act or have we come up with some thing new?
 
#4
Cant you just him bladdered and take him to his bed that is already wet with p1ss.
 
#5
Date rape drugs to swamp on your oppo? YOU fecking HOMOS

Get his ale rate up, a few punishment shorts, put him to bed then swamp away

I have a feeling you'll try and spike him, he'll drink through while you crimp like the fags you are and he will sh+t in your disco shoes for being lame
 
#7
monkey_tech said:
We came up with the idea of slipping the problem fellow a dose of rhohipnol, from my Friday night bag, then when under it’s influence swamp on his bed, with him in it, so that in the morning he thinks he’s swamped and feels ashamed with our added bonus of knowing we lagged all over him.
Why on earth is he going to feel ashamed? Most blokes go out for a beer and a cigar to celebrate their first swamping.
 

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#8
Crass degenerates.

Is the fine art of shitting in a mans boot whilst he sleeps entirely dead in the modern world?

I dont know. You young persons with your awesome freaking black touch screen iPods and notions of swamping. You make me puke.

Not quite as much as slipping ones foot into a boot and finding it chock full of stone cold shite. Sometimes the old ways are the best.
 
#9
Not quite as much as slipping ones foot into a boot and finding it chock full of stone cold shite. Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Got to be a pretty fucking minging grot if he can't smell it...
 

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#10
Airborne_Aircrew said:
Not quite as much as slipping ones foot into a boot and finding it chock full of stone cold shite. Sometimes the old ways are the best.
Got to be a pretty fucking minging grot if he can't smell it...
1) Ratted from the night before
2) Knackered after farting about up a moor all night
3) Someone big and horrible just screamed something horrible in your ear
4) Your bestest Bezzas set off an alarm
5) Someone set fire to your feet
6) The shite had been chilled to the texture of frozen yoghurt the day before and everybody knew but you
7) You were too fucked up and pissed off to be sniffing the air before you jammed your foot in your boot
8.) God speaks to you in your head. And he said nothing about trusting people you sleep with
9) Although your Mum went to Iceland, she never warned you about cunts shitting in your boots
10) ceveat emptor

You have lived a sheltered life, havent you Airbourne?
 
#11
What a fu.cking bunch of handbags you and your mates are. Are you still at school??

Why the fu.ck would anyone be ashamed of swamping.

If someone tried to pi.ss my bed to embarrass me I would shi.t in his locker, just to up the anti a little bit.

You Ponce.
 
#12
monkey_tech said:
Having a quick chat with a colleague with how to deal with another problem colleague.
We came up with the idea of slipping the problem fellow a dose of rhohipnol, from my Friday night bag, then when under it’s influence swamp on his bed, with him in it, so that in the morning he thinks he’s swamped and feels ashamed with our added bonus of knowing we lagged all over him.

Now where the good fellows of the NAAFI bar comes in, is there a term for this act or have we come up with some thing new?
What ever happened to simply having a bundle and knocking this punk out?

While you're at it, knock yourself out wet-pack.
 
#15
AGC probably..........
 
#16
cernunnos said:
What kind of soldier is he if he doesn't get bladdered and swamp himself every night?
Bah, I see your swamping and raise you a grand slam. That's fcuking soldiering.
 
#17
codename1157 said:
cernunnos said:
What kind of soldier is he if he doesn't get bladdered and swamp himself every night?
Bah, I see your swamping and raise you a grand slam. That's fcuking soldiering.
I'm not a bridge player myself, but if I can just get hold of: Lady Zara Phillips for an afternoon, ten grains of Chloral Hydrate, two egg and broccoli madras curries (from the curry chute in Rusholm), two gallons of rancid Guiness and a bucket of bad oysters, I'll show you a Royal Flush that will turn your gills green.
 
#18
cernunnos said:
codename1157 said:
cernunnos said:
What kind of soldier is he if he doesn't get bladdered and swamp himself every night?
Bah, I see your swamping and raise you a grand slam. That's fcuking soldiering.
I'm not a bridge player myself, but if I can just get hold of: Lady Zara Phillips for an afternoon, ten grains of Chloral Hydrate, two egg and broccoli madras curries (from the curry chute in Rusholm), two gallons of rancid Guiness and a bucket of bad oysters, I'll show you a Royal Flush that will turn your gills green.
Mincer, get yourself a fcuking stomach.

Lady Isabella Hervey, a lump of pig iron, a four week old plate of prawns dipped in the sweat of a NAAFI bird, four pints of neat Underberg and a Dave's Insanity Source enema.

MTFU
 
#19
Hmm, there must something badly wrong with the Bonzo psyche today because I normally get a diamond cutter whenever Isabella or Zara get mentioned and the thought of them re-enacting 2 girls 1 cup - well, apart from "pudding farts" what more could a sad old pervo ask for?
 
#20
codename1157 said:
cernunnos said:
codename1157 said:
cernunnos said:
What kind of soldier is he if he doesn't get bladdered and swamp himself every night?
Bah, I see your swamping and raise you a grand slam. That's fcuking soldiering.
I'm not a bridge player myself, but if I can just get hold of: Lady Zara Phillips for an afternoon, ten grains of Chloral Hydrate, two egg and broccoli madras curries (from the curry chute in Rusholm), two gallons of rancid Guiness and a bucket of bad oysters, I'll show you a Royal Flush that will turn your gills green.
Mincer, get yourself a fcuking stomach.

Lady Isabella Hervey, a lump of pig iron, a four week old plate of prawns dipped in the sweat of a NAAFI bird, four pints of neat Underberg and a Dave's Insanity Source enema.

MTFU
I can't fault your drills! Who runs your bedding store?
 

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