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I thought it'd be best if I didn't steal a thread so I'll make my own.
As mentioned in my previous post, I have a friend Dave and he's not the brightest of people. He's quite good at explaining situations and he's the grand daddy of telling stories.
He's 22 years old, born and raised in Peterborough and now lives in Swansea and currently works with me in Sin City. He's also a student in uni.
I'll probably add them one by one but here are some stories he's told us during a drink after work.
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He was once at a house party, you should know how they are with students. Everyone gets drunk and has a good time (one way or another).
Well this house party was at some guy's house he knew who's parents were away. Or something like that.
Anyway they had a dog, a jack russell I believe, who would not stop barking and just generally being annoying.
Well one of Dave's friends went to the host and complained. The host told him to put it in another room or the closet for a while. I thought that was fairly bad by itself, locking it in a room for several hours.
They searched everywhere for the dog the next day and couldn't find it. They eventually found it.
It was locked in the freezer and froze to death.
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Whilst visiting his parents back in Peterborough, he went out for drinks with his old friends.
He lives about 6 miles away from the good pubs.
After a night of very heavy drinking they realised they drank all of their taxi money away and ended up walking back home.
It was about 4am and they were only halfway there when they all felt tired and starting to get a bit of a hangover when someone suggested having a kip in the construction yard they just passed.
Two of his friends managed to find an open JCB and slept in there in the 'warmth' if you could call it that.
Dave decided to sleep in the back of a cement lorry. In the mixing part.
As mentioned in my previous post, I have a friend Dave and he's not the brightest of people. He's quite good at explaining situations and he's the grand daddy of telling stories.
He's 22 years old, born and raised in Peterborough and now lives in Swansea and currently works with me in Sin City. He's also a student in uni.
I'll probably add them one by one but here are some stories he's told us during a drink after work.
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He was once at a house party, you should know how they are with students. Everyone gets drunk and has a good time (one way or another).
Well this house party was at some guy's house he knew who's parents were away. Or something like that.
Anyway they had a dog, a jack russell I believe, who would not stop barking and just generally being annoying.
Well one of Dave's friends went to the host and complained. The host told him to put it in another room or the closet for a while. I thought that was fairly bad by itself, locking it in a room for several hours.
They searched everywhere for the dog the next day and couldn't find it. They eventually found it.
It was locked in the freezer and froze to death.
********
Whilst visiting his parents back in Peterborough, he went out for drinks with his old friends.
He lives about 6 miles away from the good pubs.
After a night of very heavy drinking they realised they drank all of their taxi money away and ended up walking back home.
It was about 4am and they were only halfway there when they all felt tired and starting to get a bit of a hangover when someone suggested having a kip in the construction yard they just passed.
Two of his friends managed to find an open JCB and slept in there in the 'warmth' if you could call it that.
Dave decided to sleep in the back of a cement lorry. In the mixing part.
