I don't think this should be exclusive to December and January
As I was typing the months, I did think the same thing.
Maybe for the other months they should lose both hands and both feet only.
I don't think this should be exclusive to December and January
I once got so drunk on christmas eve, I knocked myself out by pulling a ladder down onto my head while trying to clinb it.
That actually sounds quite difficult to do ? We're you peeping ??
As a nipper I once got so heartliy rat arsed on the 24th I couldn't face the Xmas dinner. My mum was going spare and insisted I come down. I did under protest and promptly barfed at the Xmas table
Over a decade ago I was in Cambridge...went out on the lash with some mates...
Spotted a bunch of STUNNING girls....made a few moves and you know the score.
Rejected.
Kept up with the chit chat.....managed to get the main one out of the club and into a taxi -- JACKPOT as I was going back to hers.
I was probably there for 2-3 hours and then I heard what ended up being her LARGE TURKISH BROTHER coming up the stairs...
You guessed it, I jumped out of the window on XMAS MORNING....
Was in so much pain I had to SMS my mate to come and carry me into his car and take me to hospital. No broken bones luckily....
Another story was when I was about 5/6 years old and lived in a massive house with 3 floors....my family stayed on the 2nd floor and the 3rd floor we didnt really use.....however there were footsteps on the top floor pretty frequently which was a bit scary.
Christmas eve I decided to stay awake and try and catch santa.....it was a tough struggle but my door (which usually creaked) didnt make a sound.....until I suddenly heard SANTA saying to me that I should sleep as good boys always sleep so santa can leave presents.
I counted to 5 then leapt out of the bed and ran to my parents room....both were there asleep....my dad came back to my room with me and there were my presents at the bottom of the bed.
Santa Exists.
Christmas eve I decided to stay awake and try and catch santa.....it was a tough struggle but my door (which usually creaked) didnt make a sound.....until I suddenly heard SANTA saying to me that I should sleep as good boys always sleep so santa can leave presents.
I counted to 5 then leapt out of the bed and ran to my parents room....both were there asleep....my dad came back to my room with me and there were my presents at the bottom of the bed.
Santa Exists.
... or you were victim to the world's stealthiest, most generous paedophile.
Either way, Merry Christmas.
This wasn't on x-mas eve but I feel it must be said.
I was very hammered one night while attempting to piss outside I fell backwards onto my back and pissed all over my chest and face. I was to drunk to stop pissing and to drunk to move.
Everyone thought is was funny for some reason. No one helped me up afterwards ffs.