Have you ever been out, got drunk and got off with someone, how we should say, a little below your expectations? Well, have you? I think we are all guilty of such a crime and I would challenge anyone who says different. Anyway, spill the beans cos I want to know.........

by below your expectations, do you mean a munta?

by below your expectations, do you mean a munta?

I was being kind, but yes.... I was referring to muntas :D

have you met my wife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:gag:

I met this lovely lad in the Roxy nightclub years back spent ages snogging on the dancefloor avoiding my possesive big brother and he was a lovely kisser but my god when the lights went up i nearly died, and let my brother find me lol

I met this lovely lad in the Roxy nightclub years back spent ages snogging on the dancefloor avoiding my possesive big brother and he was a lovely kisser but my god when the lights went up i nearly died, and let my brother find me lol

Did you really expect anything less in Roxy's?! :D

Once went back to a birds house,(bladdered)Woke up the next morning and at her side of the bed was a blazing hot radiator.She turned round and all her face cement was melting and dripping down her face.She tried to grab me for a snog n a bit of thee other.
Her breath stunk like a skunk,and she was very very very ugly.
Told her she was the best thing since sliced bread and would be in touch.(NOT!)

Come on, dont be shy... there must be more of you out there.

I think any random drunken snog is embarassing regardless of what they look like. We've all been there and done it.
Maybe people aren't responding cos they can't remember.

I've done it myself I must admit. Quite recently last year actually - had him texting me constantly to meet up!!!!! I'm not entirely sure how he ended up at my house though (I just need to point out that at no point did anything happen with him in my house - just a kiss in the nightclub) I then fell for him saying "I've can't fine my phone, can you ring it for me" and didn't put 141 in front of my number first and had him ringing and texting all through the day (and most of the morning) for about 2 months - annoying isn't even the word for it. God only knows what I was thinking when I kissed him - :gag:

I also reckon a few people have woken up the next morning - remembered kissing me and thought exactly the same thing!

Between the ages of 18 - 24 this was my primary leisure pursuit. I've woke up with some stonking croccopigs in my time - One notable case I remember being roused in the morning by a heidious chud of a woman who looked like her occupation was lurking under bridges harrassing goats.

It wasn't a continual deluge of arse faced badgers, some pearlers slipped through the net but by Christ there were some who if you caught them on the farm you'd shoot 'em for worrying the sheep :D

No. I choose very carefully!

Trouble is they look alright, they may be dressed well, but the point where they feel the door hit them in the back is when they start to talk about themselves....and it's not worth the ear effort!

Funny how drunkeness hides bad personalities!

I was in the club that is now the Sainsbury's Local on London Road sat on the little step thing at the edge of the dance-floor when a rather attractive young lady sat next to me turned to me and started kissing me. As I was at least half a dozen sheets to the wind I didn't question this at all.

After a few minutes she broke off, looked at me and said "Oops - you're not my boyfriend - I'd better go and find him" and walked off.

No doubt she'll be on this thread soon

I also reckon a few people have woken up the next morning - remembered kissing me and thought exactly the same thing!

You really do talk out your backside sometimes dont ya :hihi:

You really do talk out your backside sometimes dont ya :hihi:

I'll assume that's a compliment of some sorts young man!

I was in the club that is now the Sainsbury's Local on London Road sat on the little step thing at the edge of the dance-floor when a rather attractive young lady sat next to me turned to me and started kissing me. As I was at least half a dozen sheets to the wind I didn't question this at all.

After a few minutes she broke off, looked at me and said "Oops - you're not my boyfriend - I'd better go and find him" and walked off.

No doubt she'll be on this thread soon

Ha! that's fabulous!:P

God only knows what I was thinking when I kissed him - :gag:

Probably went off :hihi::gag:

Between the ages of 18 - 24 this was my primary leisure pursuit. I've woke up with some stonking croccopigs in my time - One notable case I remember being roused in the morning by a heidious chud of a woman who looked like her occupation was lurking under bridges harrassing goats.

It wasn't a continual deluge of arse faced badgers, some pearlers slipped through the net but by Christ there were some who if you caught them on the farm you'd shoot 'em for worrying the sheep :D

I'm sure I know you swan vesta, in your glory days did you ever play a game called 'pull a pig'

I'm sure I know you swan vesta, in your glory days did you ever play a game called 'pull a pig'

Not intentionally - Copious amounts of lager used to take care of that without any active involvement from my good self :hihi:

Not intentionally - Copious amounts of lager used to take care of that without any active involvement from my good self :hihi:

Ah that's my story. I know a bloke that used to intentionally 'pull a pig' or 'get a slap' etc.

Between the ages of 18 - 24 this was my primary leisure pursuit. I've woke up with some stonking croccopigs in my time - One notable case I remember being roused in the morning by a heidious chud of a woman who looked like her occupation was lurking under bridges harrassing goats.

It wasn't a continual deluge of arse faced badgers, some pearlers slipped through the net but by Christ there were some who if you caught them on the farm you'd shoot 'em for worrying the sheep :D

Oh, you do make me laugh, Swan Vesta. First the galloping knob rot and now the stonking croccopig. :hihi::hihi:



How do men who are too drunk to see who they're snogging manage to perform sexually?:confused:

well me and my mates used to have a point scoring system on all nights out.
1 point for a kiss of a really fit bird
2 points for a kiss of a average looking girl
3 points for an older womans kiss
10 points for a snog with a fat bird
15 points for a snog with an ugly fat bird
100 if you managed to sleep with any.
all had to be witnessed by at least one of the group to award the points and agree how many points.
I will not put on here how many times I won or lost

Oh, you do make me laugh, Swan Vesta. First the galloping knob rot and now the stonking croccopig. :hihi::hihi:

How do men who are too drunk to see who they're snogging manage to perform sexually?:confused:


Cheers - Are the stonking croccopigs responsible for the galloping knob rot though?

As for the performance issue ....... Lolly sticks and gaffa tape :D

I got rather tiddly one night last year and was out for most of the night and morning doing various activities.
The next time i went out with the same group of friends, one of them happened to say "oh and that lad, you were so funny with him, all over him and then all of a sudden you didn't want to know!" I couldn't remember any of it but all of them related more or less the same details to me but were amazed i couldn't remember any of it.
When i was 18, on the first day of my first holiday with mates, I threw myself at this lad - literally across a table. Aparently it frightened him to death and nothing happened and then i was incredibly drunk and had to be taken home. He spent the rest of the two weeks turning up everywhere that I was like a little lost puppy and I wasn't interested as a)had a boyfriend anyway b) he was all of 16. Don't remember any of that either.

Did you really expect anything less in Roxy's?! :D

awwwww roxys ... some very fond memories of that place :hihi:

I think we are all guilty of such a crime and I would challenge anyone who says different.

Never!

Even with numerous jars in me I remain discerning and don't lose my appreciation of aesthetics. :D

Still, my ex-missus turned out to be a right joy-sucking mentalist. Lesson one: aesthetics aren't everything. :rolleyes:

Probably went off :hihi::gag:

:huh::huh: I don't get that one?

:huh::huh: I don't get that one?

ahem soiled himself with excitement

I'm not proud....but when I was much younger we used to sometimes have a "snog a dog" night and keep score. I wasn't so bad I'd've done anything else, though. I never went for the pulling somebody and taking them home that night thing. Glad I didn't as well, as nobody ever got the chance to see me first thing and think "oh now, what have I done?"

I'd never get together with anybody who was drunk, for that very reason!