About
Tales from the Pub is a strip that appears weekly in Picture magazine, a hugely popular Australian men’s mag.
Warning: that link probably will reveal boobs and minges and stuff. ↑
The comic illustrates true anecdotes, submitted by readers. I’m always on the lookout for new Tales so be sure to send me some! Although please make sure they are:
- True! First or second hand tales are fine. Or third.
- not urban legends.
- not nicked from some email or website.
September 21, 2010 at 1:22 am |
I’m from Fife in Scotland, but lets face it drunk bloke stories work anywhere, so I thought you’d like this one. I mean, there’s piss and violence in it, so what’s not to like? Some years ago, I went to the pub with my mates, as you do. The evening was going swimmingly well and I decided it was time for a piss. The toilets were upstairs in the pub and were tiny compared to the actual requirements for piss-space of the rather large bar downstairs. The pisser was always jam-packed. The urinal along the wall was elbow to elbow, but there was enough space for me to stand back a bit and piss between two blokes who were already draining themselves. Both of these guys were hammered and didn’t notice me start to piss in the trough between them. Now, being a bit pissed, I thought it would be a good idea to see how far back I could get and still hit the urinal between these two fellow drunkards and inevitably, I managed to piss down the back of the one on my right’s legs. Fortunately for me, he was so drunk, he didn’t notice I’d done it and thought he’d pissed down his own leg. He happily made his way back to the bar, piss-soaked and with his cock out. Like a total cunt, I couldn’t stop laughing and sniggered my way through the tale when I got back to my mates. Ho ho! We watched in painful mirth as the bouncers noticed the piss soaked bearer of exposed genitalia and dragged the poor bastard out into the street for a swift kicking. We all stopped laughing when it looked like he was bleeding from the testicles. I think they called an ambulance. A few weeks later, slightly less drunk, I accidentally (this time) pissed on the same bloke. He looked round. Looked me up and down. I started to apologise and he left the pub – cock zipped up this time. Never seen him since. I felt like a complete turd.
September 21, 2010 at 10:45 am |
Thanks heaps Aaron! It may yet see it’s way to becoming an episode.