mph wrote:
getting back to the shitting your pants, i've remembered another. i was in the scouts (legalised bullying) when i was about 11, on a trip to sleights near whitby. we went on a walk and as per usual i needed a dump. a dock leaf is not a suitable substitute for bog roll so cue itchy sherrifs badge.
my luck was really out that day as i got stung by a wasp, electrocuted on a cattle fence and when i went to a farm to get running repairs, the bastard sheepdog and geese chased me off the farm.
went to the munich beer festival. got pissed in the beer tents then the three of us went to a bar. we we're coppering up at the bar while one of the lads went for a piss. didn't realise it was an 'escort' bar where you had to pay for the girls. 'coppering up' did not go down well and we got launched into the middle of the road by the bouncers. the other lad is still in the bog so we do what all good mates do and fuck off and leave him on his own.
back at the camp site, i climb into his sleeping bag as it's better than mine. i get woke up at 5 in the morning. the mate who we left has made it back via getting lost in munich zoo, shitting his pants and walking all the way back. he is not in a good mood. this situation is not improved when he climbs into his sleeping bag to find i've pissed in it.