Hahaha oh jesus!
― Wee Bloabby (NickB), Thursday, 7 November 2019 20:54 (four years ago) link
this is why i still read ilx
― cheese canopy (map), Thursday, 7 November 2019 22:15 (four years ago) link
fantastic stuff
― an incoherent crustacean (MatthewK), Thursday, 7 November 2019 22:24 (four years ago) link
my brother had major intestinal issues for a while and one night he was going at it with this girl he'd met and they started having sex, when his belly rumbled. so he excused himself in the middle of coitus, thinking it'd be like, a quit dump-out, wipe, and return to sexing, but he obliterated the toilet, so their sexy times were over. I think he went home after.
so he has a make-up hangout with the same girl a few nights later. they start fooling around again, and just as they get into it, the same thing happens. his stomach is knotted and he basically sprints to the bathroom and once again, nuked it to where their date was over. at this point, the two of them gave up trying to fuck, and my brother went to a GI doc.
this was only known by 2-3 people until his friends decided to throw him a roast for his 30th birthday (cos he's a theatre guy) and it was revealed to everybody during said roast.
― Jordan Pickford LOLverdrive (Neanderthal), Thursday, 7 November 2019 22:45 (four years ago) link
two mates came down to visit me whem i lived out west, we'd all gone to school together. out for pints, its good. new pub, not a bother. they leave a basket of fried food on each table, jaysus thats great horsed it into us. few more pints.
off to the late bar. first round in. lovely. im halfway through first daycent swallow and it hits and i know im done, i know when and i know how. ive been in the jacks at coxes, im not dying in there fuck that and i literally sprint from the lads to the taxi rank outside as i gamble on making the two minutes home against the 25 quid soiling charge.
i bubble all the way home, it was like keeping a thrashing snake in.
i tip the taxi 5x because there's no way i make the time it takes to count change. i burst in the door, thank christ the lower toilet is right under the stairs. i make it in the door, i make it as far as getting my pants down and ass over bowl and i just fucking unleash
unfortunately, hands out hard against each wall in the understair loo, i also puke with enough force that the splashback manages to hit me in the face.
this carries on for a brief but unforgettable moment and im spent.
im ok enough to clean up somewhat before hitting the sack for the night.
the next day the lads tell me about their night.
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 00:09 (four years ago) link
two exits, no waiting
― an incoherent crustacean (MatthewK), Friday, 8 November 2019 00:13 (four years ago) link
'out west' <3
― mookieproof, Friday, 8 November 2019 00:17 (four years ago) link
they noted my exit but got over it (days before mobiles, when youre gone youre gone).
they made it through the late bar and ran into a fella from down home. hed made it pretty good in the buildings and kept a house in town that he had the other couple of lads he was out with staying in while they worked for him, them and the missuses. all is cordial and the expected invite to come back and carry on the craic is extended and accepted.
all well for the few hours and the two lads are left on the couch in the sitting room for the night.
the sensible lad wakes up not feeling the best, and whatever way the plumbing is cast in him he got off lightly enough to just puke up into the coal bucket. fairly standard stuff tbh. back to sleep after.
the other fella is slight and takes more on board than he maybe should, hes not fully with it when the curse hits him. he gets to the bathroom and starts at it. at some stage the feel of clothes on his skin causes such distress that he strips naked.
he says at one stage he was just being flung around by internal forces like an unattended fire hose. no surface, no cranny escapes. he says he stood in the bath, naked but wrapped in a shower curtain, still shitting and vomiting, crying, thinking he couldnt be used like this and live. eventually he is spent.
he tried, he says, to clean up. he was still drunk at this stage, so his best recollection as to how these efforts manifested themselves involved all the towels being pushed around the floor with him on hands and knees. he knows this isnt going to cut it.
he murkily considers as best he can his options. towels into bath. walls and floor and bath and units left smeared in shit and puke. nothing to be down. a man would need to be at his best to face the full knowledge of his innards, his trial and his ownership of such destruction and this lad is not at his best right now.
fuck it. back into living room, shakes the buck awake.
"we have to go". nobody up yet, they sneak off into the reddening dawn.
the sensible fella tbf empties and rinsed the coalbucket before leaving, still unaware of the bestial havoc awaiting the residents.
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 00:29 (four years ago) link
three years pass, they dont be home a lot, the sensible lad lives next door to the builder. very taciturn guy. never a word not needed out of him. sees him the next christmas, says im sorry about the coal bucket.
thats ok.
he doesnt say sorry about anything else. message delivered. message understood. island life moves on.
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 00:32 (four years ago) link
crying here
― an incoherent crustacean (MatthewK), Friday, 8 November 2019 00:33 (four years ago) link
as i said, three years later.
down the island now. paddys or stephens or whit, one of the weekends everyone does be home for
theres only one nightclub on the island. its the builder's end of the island, not the buck's. oh that matters. matters so that the buck hasnt set foot past his own village since. most of the lads able to batter you around the place would have work off our builder now or again and that matters too. but eventually he has to brave it, weve long forgotten the story and we're home and we're going down on the minibus after our local closes like its 1998 again.
after we arrive in, our boy is in fits. every look he gets from a local, hes dying. agonied. internal monologue flaying him. everyone knows. course they do. theyre all watching me. the dirty rag. the animal. the shower curtain and all. left it that way. his mother is very decent god help her though.
he hardly opens his mouth all night to anyone, waiting for something to kick off.
builder is in the place at some stage. was over talking to one or two in the group, waved a hi to all. all friends here. did he flicker over the buck a moment? hard to say.
the buck essays a few noncommittal words. ok. no furious outburst. no just ignoring him. standard responses, short but the man was never a talker. fuck.
fuck, the relief. its going fine. oh god thank fuck. jesus. shouldve come down since. shouldve gone over the next day. brought flowers or some shit for the girls if nothing else, but time passes, hes a busy man. important man. water under bridges. lots on his mind.
i hear hes rented twenty houses up there now. jesus he probably lost count of gaffs wrecked one way or another. or yknow man of the world, weve all had our wild nights god knows. say no more fan chrisht dont carry on over it.
oh jesus its fine. oh i was dreading it.
all night the group ebbs and flows and not a cross word anyone to anyone. by the time the lights come on and we stand for the anthem our man is fully back to his usual self, relaxed and chatting away all round.
builder up to leave. handshakes all round, nothing to intimate hes a guy we know from school nothing closer.
his hand falls into the buck's.
clenches like a vice in a warrior clasp.
hauls him physically up and over the table (the buck is very slight- bought his wranglers in the girls section upstairs at faddens until he was well into his late teens. he denies it yet but i was there) and wraps him in an assured and intimate embrace.
other hand encloses him and draws the back of his head so that his ear is right up against island builder killer lips which hissssssssss iknowwhatyoudidtomyhouseyoucunnntttt and drops him like a wrung rag to the floor of club. exit builder, face like granite and jaw set to kill a fucker in his way.
the buck doesnt gain composure enough to carry himself out, two of us have to do it.
only three of us have any idea why, everyone else in the group mystified to this day. weve let them think it was over a woman- would be in character for both parties, and that way mine and coalbuckets's wives (present on night) dont have to think about how he caused two grand worth of damage to an ensuite with his bodily fluids at the turn of the millenium.
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 01:02 (four years ago) link
we went back to the original place, the one with the basket of food that detonated later on, only once more
the buck got overly excited during a discussion on football and the bouncer ejected him for and i quote "braying like an ass"
we had been the only two people in the entire establishment.
man, fuck that place
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 01:10 (four years ago) link
lock ilx
― now let's play big lunch take little lunch (sic), Friday, 8 November 2019 01:28 (four years ago) link
otm
― mookieproof, Friday, 8 November 2019 01:34 (four years ago) link
greatest story ever told
― an incoherent crustacean (MatthewK), Friday, 8 November 2019 01:55 (four years ago) link
what do the buck and the sensible lad call *you* though
― mookieproof, Friday, 8 November 2019 01:56 (four years ago) link
thats not even what i call them
i leave no trace, unlike the two lads
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 02:07 (four years ago) link
not even 'the fucking goal-scorer ffs' ?
― mookieproof, Friday, 8 November 2019 02:11 (four years ago) link
its fair to say they know where to play me but twouldnt be the first characteristic that occurred after thirty years
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 02:17 (four years ago) link
Celtic Dick
― sarahell, Friday, 8 November 2019 02:47 (four years ago) link
This is the sequel to the Red Riding Trilogy
― Jordan Pickford LOLverdrive (Neanderthal), Friday, 8 November 2019 06:34 (four years ago) link
marginally fewer victims
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 07:54 (four years ago) link
Oh christ man
― Wee Bloabby (NickB), Friday, 8 November 2019 08:03 (four years ago) link
great revive― Titanic was cliched Marxist crap. (bizarro gazzara), Thursday, 7 November 2019 14:30 (yesterday) bookmarkflaglink
― Titanic was cliched Marxist crap. (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 8 November 2019 08:49 (four years ago) link
spending the weekend with the two lads
will pass on rgds
― Catherine, Boner of JP Sweeney & Co (darraghmac), Tuesday, 21 January 2020 22:34 (four years ago) link
Have you considered writing an anonymous memoir at any point
― El Tomboto, Friday, 24 January 2020 06:06 (four years ago) link
this may be it tbh
― Catherine, Boner of JP Sweeney & Co (darraghmac), Friday, 24 January 2020 08:20 (four years ago) link
this is incredible, yr detail of rural pub life and chat and all thatI only just read jim’s one about the fridge and Im in bits between ye both
― steer karma (gyac), Friday, 24 January 2020 09:04 (four years ago) link
ill tell you who was in bits between us both, the buck was
― Catherine, Boner of JP Sweeney & Co (darraghmac), Friday, 24 January 2020 09:29 (four years ago) link
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EhFRPSPXcAILXJJ?format=png&name=large
― mookieproof, Friday, 4 September 2020 16:53 (three years ago) link
"it's the ole POOP IN COOKING EQUIPMENT prank!"
― Neanderthal, Friday, 4 September 2020 16:56 (three years ago) link
lol of course it's Miranda July, creator of "pooping back and forth"
― Neanderthal, Saturday, 5 September 2020 02:16 (three years ago) link
what the hell
― contorted filbert (harbl), Saturday, 5 September 2020 02:18 (three years ago) link
i'm almost as bothered by the superfluous "from my point of view,"
― contorted filbert (harbl), Saturday, 5 September 2020 02:19 (three years ago) link
"from my point of view, I had to shit in a pressing way. From another's, I was ruining his scrambled eggs"
― Neanderthal, Saturday, 5 September 2020 02:20 (three years ago) link
In galway tonight with the two lads, will take it easy just in case
― fix up luke shawp (darraghmac), Saturday, 10 July 2021 08:55 (two years ago) link
A dumb story - A friend of mine fell for a guy who lived in New York, he came to London to visit her for the first time to and stay in her little flat in Shepherd's Bush. So he gets there all fine and well, and the next morning she goes off to work, our guy shakes off his jet lag, goes and takes a poop and for some reason, it absolutely would not flush away and remained determinedly buoyant.
So he's panicking all day about how to cope with getting this poo situation squared away.
In the end, it's all fine, everyone laughs about it later, but as a result, we started to wonder if there was perhaps some sort of compatibility issues between US and UK poo, like a kinda PAL vs NTSC thing? And if he'd have to start eating London food for it to work out.
― Maresn3st, Tuesday, 16 November 2021 00:22 (two years ago) link
Drape in loo roll and once thus snagged flush to oblivion
― fix up luke shawp (darraghmac), Tuesday, 16 November 2021 00:32 (two years ago) link