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[tigers_gonads]

Oh well, my little boy is 18 next week, growing up bloody too fast and is starting to take after me according to the missus 

Last week, she was hoovering his bedroom out when she found a box under his bed containing a collection of w*n* mags   
The look on his face was a picture when I told him what she had found and has been rather sheepish ever since 

Sunday night, he went to a mates 18th birthday party complete with a bottle in his hand so me and the missus nipped into town for a wetherspoons burger deal and a few pints.
Got home about 9 o'clock and sat down to watch Homeland in peace for a change.
Well ten minutes pass and the phone rings ................  answers the phone to hear its the birthday boys dad on the phone 
It turns out that my little angel has got himself totally rat arsed and while chatting up his mates sister who I must say is 17, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous ............... he gives it the good old 5 finger spread all over her nice pink dress  (I know I shouldn't laugh but  )
She screams ............. he staggers up the stairs to the toilet where he is found 5 minutes later with his jeans and boxers round his ankles and his head in the bowl while talking to god on the great white telephone 
I've been told by one of his mates that pictures will be available shortly 

So ..................... he is out of it ..................... I've had a drink so driving is out of the question and the dad is saying, come and get him out of here ...... NOW 

Lucky, a very good mate of mine who lives around the corner agrees to take me around there.
Walked round the back to see him sat in a patio chair with his head over a railing and he is out for the count.
The poor girl was still in tears but the dad was okay about it so we dragged him up and out to the waiting car, I jumped in the back and we strapped him to the front seat and drove slowly home.
Dragged him home and sat him in the corner of the sofa with his head in a bucket and watched him for the next 2 hours until he started to come around.   
By 12:30am ,  he was semi conscious so I dragged him out the house wearing just his jeans, t shirt and shoes and we went for a walk in the rain for a good 30 minutes to wake him up 
Got back sometime after 1am with him alive but not feeling very clever 
Spent most of the night in and out of his bedroom to make sure he was okay then woke him up at 6:30 for collage    He wasn't amused 

Just waiting for the pictures and a bill for a new dress now 
I know it won't be me who's paying 

[henryd]

Oh well, my little boy is 18 next week, growing up bloody too fast and is starting to take after me according to the missus 

Last week, she was hoovering his bedroom out when she found a box under his bed containing a collection of w*n* mags   
The look on his face was a picture when I told him what she had found and has been rather sheepish ever since 

Sunday night, he went to a mates 18th birthday party complete with a bottle in his hand so me and the missus nipped into town for a wetherspoons burger deal and a few pints.
Got home about 9 o'clock and sat down to watch Homeland in peace for a change.
Well ten minutes pass and the phone rings ................  answers the phone to hear its the birthday boys dad on the phone 
It turns out that my little angel has got himself totally rat arsed and while chatting up his mates sister who I must say is 17, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous ............... he gives it the good old 5 finger spread all over her nice pink dress  (I know I shouldn't laugh but  )
She screams ............. he staggers up the stairs to the toilet where he is found 5 minutes later with his jeans and boxers round his ankles and his head in the bowl while talking to god on the great white telephone 
I've been told by one of his mates that pictures will be available shortly 

So ..................... he is out of it ..................... I've had a drink so driving is out of the question and the dad is saying, come and get him out of here ...... NOW 

Lucky, a very good mate of mine who lives around the corner agrees to take me around there.
Walked round the back to see him sat in a patio chair with his head over a railing and he is out for the count.
The poor girl was still in tears but the dad was okay about it so we dragged him up and out to the waiting car, I jumped in the back and we strapped him to the front seat and drove slowly home.
Dragged him home and sat him in the corner of the sofa with his head in a bucket and watched him for the next 2 hours until he started to come around.   
By 12:30am ,  he was semi conscious so I dragged him out the house wearing just his jeans, t shirt and shoes and we went for a walk in the rain for a good 30 minutes to wake him up 
Got back sometime after 1am with him alive but not feeling very clever 
Spent most of the night in and out of his bedroom to make sure he was okay then woke him up at 6:30 for collage    He wasn't amused 

Just waiting for the pictures and a bill for a new dress now 
I know it won't be me who's paying 

Been there with our eldest,fortunately they do learn where there limit is......................................................eventually

[05omegav6]

Halcyon days

[Sir Tigger KC]

Ah bless!!   

[Field Marshal Dr. Opti]

Oh well, my little boy is 18 next week, growing up bloody too fast and is starting to take after me according to the missus 

Last week, she was hoovering his bedroom out when she found a box under his bed containing a collection of w*n* mags   
The look on his face was a picture when I told him what she had found and has been rather sheepish ever since 

Sunday night, he went to a mates 18th birthday party complete with a bottle in his hand so me and the missus nipped into town for a wetherspoons burger deal and a few pints.
Got home about 9 o'clock and sat down to watch Homeland in peace for a change.
Well ten minutes pass and the phone rings ................  answers the phone to hear its the birthday boys dad on the phone 
It turns out that my little angel has got himself totally rat arsed and while chatting up his mates sister who I must say is 17, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous ............... he gives it the good old 5 finger spread all over her nice pink dress  (I know I shouldn't laugh but  )
She screams ............. he staggers up the stairs to the toilet where he is found 5 minutes later with his jeans and boxers round his ankles and his head in the bowl while talking to god on the great white telephone 
I've been told by one of his mates that pictures will be available shortly 

So ..................... he is out of it ..................... I've had a drink so driving is out of the question and the dad is saying, come and get him out of here ...... NOW 

Lucky, a very good mate of mine who lives around the corner agrees to take me around there.
Walked round the back to see him sat in a patio chair with his head over a railing and he is out for the count.
The poor girl was still in tears but the dad was okay about it so we dragged him up and out to the waiting car, I jumped in the back and we strapped him to the front seat and drove slowly home.
Dragged him home and sat him in the corner of the sofa with his head in a bucket and watched him for the next 2 hours until he started to come around.   
By 12:30am ,  he was semi conscious so I dragged him out the house wearing just his jeans, t shirt and shoes and we went for a walk in the rain for a good 30 minutes to wake him up 
Got back sometime after 1am with him alive but not feeling very clever 
Spent most of the night in and out of his bedroom to make sure he was okay then woke him up at 6:30 for collage    He wasn't amused 

Just waiting for the pictures and a bill for a new dress now 
I know it won't be me who's paying 

It's great being young.

[Field Marshal Dr. Opti]

On my 18th I staggered home to find the whole of my bedroom carpet covered in newspaper and a large black bucket in the middle.

I was ill for days and apparently kept whimpering  'never again'  in between each projectile vomit.

Happy days/daze.

[Auto Addict]

When my lad was about 5, a few decades ago, me and my mates + their kids used to go to for a few drinks and a game of cards to a local club just before Sunday lunch.

The kids used to play the one armed bandit, and ferry the drinks from the bar to our card table.

No one noticed that my son won the jackpot, he went to the bar and ordered a pint on Guinness, the barman thought it was for one of us.

It wasn't till he was 2/3 of the way down it that someone noticed he was reeling all over the place.

I got some stick from my wife when I got him home, he had a hangover for 2 days

[MaxV6]

on my 18th birthday, well, actually i have NO idea.....   

 


I'm told i was on tour,  somewhere ....   i believe it might have been Germany....     


i have no idea.....      about 2 solid weeks is a complete mystery to me.

[tigers_gonads]

I spent my 18th birthday peeling piggin spuds in the cookhouse of the sergeants mess at Raf Halton 

Walking to class first thing ............... end of January with lots of snow on the ground ................. snowball fight starts and I get one in the head ............. so I make myself a nice big one and throw, miss badly ............. well actually miss very badly because it flies over said targets head ................ travels another 50 yards or so and tw*ts the station commander who was taking a parade on the square  in the head 

He didn't see the funny side 

[MR MISTER]

I spent mine doing basic training at Catterick Garrison. They don't give you time off to celebrate.

[Field Marshal Dr. Opti]

I spent mine doing basic training at Catterick Garrison. They don't give you time off to celebrate.

Is that a prison?......

[MR MISTER]

I spent mine doing basic training at Catterick Garrison. They don't give you time off to celebrate.

Is that a prison?......

Sort of......

[Vamps]

I spent mine doing basic training at Catterick Garrison. They don't give you time off to celebrate.

Is that a prison?......

Sort of......

In those day's yes..................

[cnj]

could have been Colchester !

[belldarr]

I spent my 18th birthday peeling piggin spuds in the cookhouse of the sergeants mess at Raf Halton 

Walking to class first thing ............... end of January with lots of snow on the ground ................. snowball fight starts and I get one in the head ............. so I make myself a nice big one and throw, miss badly ............. well actually miss very badly because it flies over said targets head ................ travels another 50 yards or so and tw*ts the station commander who was taking a parade on the square  in the head 

He didn't see the funny side 

I have been to a few functions there - great food