Make Us Smile

I wanna smile now...

so I ask you to post here something about the times you cut a poor figure... it can be funny, can't it?

please make me happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cut a poor figure as in embarassed ourselves?

perfectly!!!!!!

there's no chance you're getting the worst but....

i went to watch scotland playing wales in cardiff. as you tend to do (and really need when watchign scotland) i got drunk, got lost from my friends and couldn't find the train station. I had to get a taxi 40 miles to our hotel which cost 50 quid (thats about 3 million dollars) the next morning when we get back into the city centre they asked where i got my taxi from and i pointed them to the rank. before bursting into hysterics they pointed out the big cardiff central station sign hanging above the taxi rank.

when i was 15 i got drunk at a party came home and apparently (i dont remember and i certainly didnt do it on purpose) pee'd in a basket full fo clean washing in the hall thinking it was the toilet.

mmmmmm lets try n get some non drunk ones.

well this isn't drunk don't know what you;re doing drunk but after a few beers in a club one night i was chatting up a bar maid. i cant remember how it went verbatim but she said something to the effect of what;s in it for me and instead of saying something witty and charming i just blanked and said, a hot meal. the next thing i said wa splease dont spit in my drin. dunno what happened to my game that night and my best mate still pounds me for it.

i dunno if i should go into women here.

before i got my own pad, december 1998, went out got very drunk, came home and was woken up by the sound of my dad shouting "kev, get down before your mother sees you" woke up in bed, all noce and warm, only to find out that i was not in bed but on the roof of the garden shed with nothin but my boxer shorts on!!! when i went upstairs found 24 bags of twiglets in a perfect line on my bed, which means, i had come in, went to my room, arranged the twiglets then decided that it would be a good idea to sleep on the shed, plus i hate twiglets.

Last summer after a crazy weekend in London, thanks to many jovitalkers, came home, went to strip club with best mates girlfriend (nothing funny going on) and got drunk, ended up in asda at god knows what time, only clue was next morning when i walked into front room to find 7 asda carrier bags, when i opened fridge to get a drink, 3 tubs of coleslaw landed on my feet. Fridge was full of stuff i hate, ie, crabsticks etc. can't even remember shopping there!!!!

late night asda shopping is brilliant cos it's so random.

pour example' as some stupid inferior country would say: i went in last night to get th ebloc party's album. i ended up coming home with an xbox controller, a cheap t shirt for the gym, a microwaveable burger, an american fajita thing from their sandwhich bit and an aero.

forgot the album

the garage story is class.

dunno if this counts,

but came home once when I was about 16, totally wankered on cider (ergh), couldnt get my key in the door..took about 5 mins, which made my mum come downstairs to see what the noise was..well, I finally got the key in and opened the door, only to trip on the step and bang my head on the porch door..in full view of my mum.. I fobbed her off saying I was feeling dizzy..and she went off to bed

bet you went around telling everyone how your mum was daft and didn't realise you were drunk?

like she didn't know I bet she was just being polite :P