Red-faced chubby chaser!
One Friday night at my local, after about 5 pints of John Smiths and two double Southern Comforts, I started to eye up my best mates husband who in the the cold sober light is hideously overweight with a Bobby Charlton combover and breath that would melt lead, but as I was so bladdered he looked like Peter Kay and not Barry Evans. Anyway I found myself following him into the mens toilets, licking my lips and winking like I had a nervous twitch. He seemed surprised but didn’t push me away as I moved in for the kill. Needless to say things got really heated, when the toilet door swung open to reveal his father-in-law, brother-in-law and my father all very open mouthed and very red-faced.
Submitted by Sarah W
Landlord @ February 27, 2008
