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Mohinder said:
That's running. Yhack was saying he walks a mile in ten minutes, which is bull unless he's doing spacky competition walking stuff. Which he's not.
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Funny, where you watching me? Seemed like walking to me. Unless what I call walking you call running?
 
i can do a mile in ten minutes sort of walking fast, though i get sore shins...

Oh, and yes I would do that for a friend. And i would do most things, hard to find something I won't do, except drugs.
 
For a proper mate, without a doubt. For a guy I hardly know and don't get on with then I probably wouldn't though I doubt such a guy would ask me for help anyway.
 
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If it were a girl and there was a chance of getting some then yes.

If it were a guy then I'd tell him to get himself a cab. If he couldn't for some reason then I would go.
 
a miles nothing, i walk to the other side of my city (ok its york, not huge but still...) for a mate, and i expect them to do the same!!

it is more fun if you've had a drink yourself tho.
 
I would if totally necessary (if they were in trouble, or incoherent etc). I drive though so it's a lot easier for me to say. In the past I've driven 300+ miles for someone at the drop of a drunken hat (their drunken hat!). It's not really about being a sucker, tis about being a good friend. Good friends are very very rare, lots of people will pretend to be good friends, but turn out to be tossers etc (as my old man says: "If you have more close friends than eyes then you're doing well".. Worth going out of your way for a mate.
 
blighter said:
i can walk about 4.5mph before looking stupid so surely people can walk 6mph
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Exactly so think how more stupid it would look if you went that other 1.5.

About an hour ago I went out to my treadmill in the garage and I put it on 6 mph and theres no way I could keep it up for 30 seconds let alone another 9 mins 30 secs.
 
I've put up with a lot from some people when they've been drunk! One mate got battered when we were down on the beach, threw up everywhere and ran into the marsh at 2 in the morning. My parents house was the nearest so he got taken back there, stripped off in the porch, hosed down in the shower then taken to casualty. He woke up the next morning not remembering any of it, but surprised to find himself wearing someone else's boxer shorts, as we'd put him in a pair of my brother's. The funniest thing about all that was that he insisted on getting in the shower before he took his pants off, and no, he didn't help - in his words "There's still some dignity about the situation." Nice.

The same friend also once threw up on my face and in my mouth as I carried him to the bathroom to be sick at a party. Fun stuff.

Still mates with him after all this.

On the other hand, my friends have rescued me from some pretty rough nights. The worst was probably a night in Wetherspoons. I got absolutely trolleyed. The last thing I remember was drinking some blue cocktail right out of the pitcher, then I have flashes of memory which include:

  • Throwing up on the pub table
  • Being carried to the toilets by my best friend
  • Riding home in the car with my mum

Interspersed with the bits I do remember are the bits I don't:

  • My best friend (female) being told off for being in the gents toilets cleaning me up
  • My friend having to clear up the table, overseen by the manageress
  • My friends hiding me in a bush outside so the police didn't arrest me
  • Jumping on the bonnet of a taxi which they had called to collect us. The taxi, surprisingly, wouldn't take us after that.

So, in the world of drunken idiocy, it's worth putting up with a fair bit because from time to time you might need people to look after you.
 
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