Bets/Dares

[Tommasi]

Me mates once had a competition over who could say the daftest shite when they were shagging their lasses. Two I can remember are "Fandabbidozie" and "Shearer"

[Andy Reids Love Chil]

Originally Posted by Tommasi

Me mates once had a competition over who could say the daftest shite when they were shagging their lasses. Two I can remember are "Fandabbidozie" and "Shearer"

Who, incidentally had a bet with Mike Ashley to see who could piss the Toon Army off the most.

[Epping]

Rodeo Sex...

hard to beat...

[Urban Silverback]

Originally Posted by Tommasi

Me mates once had a competition over who could say the daftest shite when they were shagging their lasses. Two I can remember are "Fandabbidozie" and "Shearer"

Mate of mine, when shagging a lassie, just as he's unleashing his army of tadpoles used to yell "Charge, men!"

[monkeytassle]

never dare an idiot. that's my life motto.

[safcforever]

My monkey hanger mate had a bet with me.

When at work in the office with him in a 8-5 job he ate 8 boxes of tracker bars. I think each box had 8 in them. I couldn't believe what I had seen. He also had lunch in the cafe inbetween belt feeding these tracker bars. Anyway at the end of work I asked him about it and he laughed. I said it's a good job it wasn't mars bars, he replied I'm not arsed what it is I'd still eat them.

So the next day I turned up with a box of 48 mars bars and everyone put £5 in and picked how many they thought he could eat between 8-5 If he ate all 48 then he won all the money. By ten past 8 he had ate 10 of them and 2 of the lads had lost out already.
Anyway at ten to 5 he had ate 37 of them and was struggling massive. A lad told him if he ate one more he would split the winnings with him. He finished the last one while dribbling chocolate down himself. They spilt £40 each then he went and bought himself a Chinese.

[monkeytassle]

Originally Posted by safcforever

My monkey hanger mate had a bet with me.

When at work in the office with him in a 8-5 job he ate 8 boxes of tracker bars. I think each box had 8 in them. I couldn't believe what I had seen. He also had lunch in the cafe inbetween belt feeding these tracker bars. Anyway at the end of work I asked him about it and he laughed. I said it's a good job it wasn't mars bars, he replied I'm not arsed what it is I'd still eat them.

So the next day I turned up with a box of 48 mars bars and everyone put £5 in and picked how many they thought he could eat between 8-5 If he ate all 48 then he won all the money. By ten past 8 he had ate 10 of them and 2 of the lads had lost out already.
Anyway at ten to 5 he had ate 37 of them and was struggling massive. A lad told him if he ate one more he would split the winnings with him. He finished the last one while dribbling chocolate down himself. They spilt £40 each then he went and bought himself a Chinese.

in here (work) there is allsorts of daft bets for cash when it's quiet. usually in the summer. noteworthy challenges:

big macs in an hour
weetabix in an hour
pizza slices in an hour
1 calypso ice lolly thing (2 seconds)
pints of water in 10 mins
press ups in one go

laugh a minute in here...

[walter mitty]

Originally Posted by Epping

Rodeo Sex...

hard to beat...

[Marty Moose]

A lad I used to work with lost his wallet out on the piss the night before and was completely skint. We all said we would chip in a fiver if he picked a bit of chewy out of the urinals at work and chewed it for a minute solid. He rubbished it at first but by the time the kitty was the other side of £50 he thought it was worth it. We set a closing up time for the event, and of course all the lads were pissing on the chewy left right and centre in the intervening hours and one nutter even cracked one out over it. We all huddled into the tiny staff bogs for the event and tension was immense as he psyched himself up to go for it. Credit to him like, he chucked it in and chewed for England while we counted down, then he dry heaved into the sink for about a minute and gargled a load of fairy liquid in his gob in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the taste.

[Epping]

my mate swallowed an ash tray full of ash and dumps that we had fille dup with slop beer.

for the grand sum of £12.