I've been taking this girl out lately and we've been hitting it off pretty well. She's slept over a few times now but the other night was something else.
We'd been boozing it up in London good and proper (I for one barely remember anything about the evening) so we called it a night and went to bed. Some time later I woke up to the sound of her voice, going ballistic.
"Argh! You dirty git, that is sooo disgusting."
"What?", I said to her. "What have I done?"
"You f**king shit the bed!"
I was like, "no f**king way" but when I looked at the covers, they were brown, she had it all up her legs and my chest was covered in it. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found an empty pot of chocolate mousse down by the side of the bed. In my stupor, I must've woke up hungry, went downstairs, took a pot of mousse out of the fridge and fell asleep eating it in bed.
We were both cracking up after.
Can anyone top that?
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