Please note before I begin, *NONE* of us were drunk! We'd had a couple of pints each, nothing to make us lose our minds or anything...
So, my friend's mother was giving me a lift home last night, we were already at the place we were to meet her and she was delayed, so I went into a nearby shop to get some food whilst my friends headed towards a random pub to use the bathroom. When I got back, there was still no sign of them, so I rang one..
"Around the corner, outside the pub, we have a stool!"
Was about all the answer I got, sure enough, around the corner they were standing around a stool. I used the facilities of the establishment and left, the others had turned the corner ahead of me *with* the stool.
An entertaining twenty minutes then occurred. I sat on the stool, to demonstrate its worth, whilst one friend chased people along the street trying to sell the stool to them, claiming that it was 200 years old amongst other things, and my other two friends stool beside me alternately splitting their sides laughing or yelling at the people to buy the stool.
We *almost* sold it to a couple. The wife claimed that she would exchange the tux her husband was wearing for it but we got greedy and asked for what was in the suit. At that point the hubby hurried his laughing wife past.
When our lift finally arrived the stool got transported across the road and into the boot. Who knows where its adventures will take it next ... most likely it'll be smashed at the next party..
-d
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