Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
I told you about my good chum's 18th birthday, I believe? So p*ssed did we make him that I feared for his life, so I accompanied him to his room (this was at school) and climbed into bed with him, determined to save him from choking on his won sick. Waking in the middle of the night and wandering about the dreadful smell, I soon realised that he had sh*t himself and covered us both in it. The remarkable thing was how far the sh*t had travelled. It was in my hair, for fúck's sake.

I had to wake people up to help drag him to the shower without waking the housemaster who was a right horrible *****.
Yes. Although I can't help but feel you rather zoomed past the bit where you climbed into bed with a hopelessly drunk adolescent boy there, tbh.