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FLOYD!!!

 

This is a short but freagin funny story of being in the right place at the right time. Unfortunately me and my mates Dave and Croft weren't pissed, we were under-aged and had gone to purchase some booze at Box Hill (also good for cheap heroin). Loaded up from a successful trip, we were on our way back to the Chiselers house, when we jumped on the train. "FLOYD!" some bloke was screaming, so we went to have a look, and it turns out Floyd was passed across a couple of seats with the ground below him covered in some mysterious (we came to the conclusion it must have been piss and some beer). Anyways, poor old Floyd was down for the count, and his mate was trying to drag him off the train but pulled old Floydy into the metal door rail and probably killed off whatever remaining brain cells Floyd had left. But Floyd wasn't moving an inch. "FLOYD, 'dis izzz our fargggin stop! we gotta get off!" ...Still no movement. But that wasn't gonna stop his mate, who bum dragged his mate through the doors which closed on him then off a pretty big ledge onto the platform where Floyd once again smashed his cranium into the pavement. And that was the last we ever saw of Floyd.
The moral of this story is to always trust your mates to get you home in a couple of pieces.