What's the most childish thing you've ever done in your adult life

[Guest You FCB Get Out Of Our Club]

Seems a familiar theme this us lot being pwopa nawty in Sunderland.

 

Anyone fancy a Toontastic night out on Wearside?

 

I also got kicked out (and apparently barred, although I've been in since) from Diva for trying to drunkenly write SMB on a toilet door after my graduation.

That would be class. The only rule of the night would be we have to speak in a mackem accent all night and walk down Fawcett Street singing "Steave Brewce red and white army"

[Dr Kenneth Noisewater 0]

I used to go into HMV, Smiths, Woolies etc and move the sunderland end-of-season videos from the 'sport' section into the 'comedy' section.

[Tom 14013]

[Brock Manson 0]

My plimsolls, skinny jeans and straightened hair mean I already stand out like a sore thumb but being absolutely bladdered I decide to make sure these fuckers notice me.

I felt like a bit of a twat the next morning, I was lucky not to get my head kicked in

 

FYP.

[Guest alex]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

[Kevin S. Assilleekunt 1]

Embarrassing, but I went out to a pub having had no breakfast (was about 19), had 9 pints of bitter, ran to a sainsburys nearby and bought a fresh chicken and a french loaf and started ripping them apart and gobbling it down on a seat outside. Ran back to the pub and had another pint, by this time I was feeling a tad queasy. I went into the toilets and there was only one cubicle which was taken so I projectile vomited into a urinal. Went back into the pub and got another pint, but someone had copped that I had been sick, probably the guy using the next urinal, so the owner asked me - fairly politely, given the circumstances - to leave. I hardly drink now, can't imagine doing any of that shite anymore.

[Guest You FCB Get Out Of Our Club]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

It's a bit like a night out in Whitley Bay circa 1996, but with uglier lasses and more lads wanting a fight. The lasses don't mind you being geordie but once the lads find out you are, you might as well be Gary Glitter as to how they view you.

[Renton 21983]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

 

I've hardly been there in daylight. Why the fuck would anyone go out there when you could go to Newcastle? Mind boggling.

[Ketsbaia 0]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

 

Meh. It's okay if you stick to the few decent bars. Most of it is like the Bigg Market on acid though - Henley's shirts and fake tan as far as the eye can see.

[LeazesMag 0]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

It's a bit like a night out in Whitley Bay circa 1996, but with uglier lasses and more lads wanting a fight. The lasses don't mind you being geordie but once the lads find out you are , you might as well be Gary Glitter as to how they view you.

 

what ?

[WubbleUC 0]

Seems a familiar theme this us lot being pwopa nawty in Sunderland.

 

We banned ourselves from going to make sure stuff like the above never happened.

 

One of them for me though as to be in 2006. We had boro away on the Sunday, and we had gone out on the piss in the town (our town) on the Friday night. I was absolutely ruined and had been drinking vodka red bull all night, probably up there with some of the worst states I've been in.

 

On the way for the taxi a couple of us had seperated from the rest of the lads. We were walking up past Monument when I heard someone singing boro; well, anti-Newcastle songs. Red rag to a bull. I looked down Grainger Street and there were a couple of lads walking back down towards Central. I went down the street after them shouting horrendous Middlesborough related obscenities and waving my arms about like a derranged chimp. One of the lads was behind me telling me to pack it in.

 

As I approached, one of them stopped singing and turned round. I remember thinking 'fuck me, he's a big bastard' and started to slow down a bit. I tried to walk past him to get at his skinny mate who was making the most noise, but he blocked me off and advised me to seek an alternative route. I questioned his sexual persuasions and shoved him out of the way, but before I could get to his mate, he'd grabbed me and pulled me backwards. He span me round, picked me up and threw me against some shop shutters. He then proceeded to go akka on my face with his fists. I was fucking arseholed and had absolutely no chance of fighting back. The lad I was with managed to kick him off me and we got up and walked away, but I was still giving it the big one.

 

It was at this juncture that my mate lost his temper and punched me in the face. That sobered me up a bit.

 

I attended the game on the Sunday with a fat lip and a sore nose, feeling like a proper bastard. We won 2-1 (or was it 2-0?) though, so I was victorious really.

Edited January 12, 2011 by WubbleUC

[Mac-Toon 1]

Seems a familiar theme this us lot being pwopa nawty in Sunderland.

 

We banned ourselves from going to make sure stuff like the above never happened.

 

One of them for me though as to be in 2006. We had boro away on the Sunday, and we had gone out on the piss in the town (our town) on the Friday night. I was absolutely ruined and had been drinking vodka red bull all night, probably up there with some of the worst states I've been in.

 

On the way for the taxi a couple of us had seperated from the rest of the lads. We were walking up past Monument when I heard someone singing boro; well, anti-Newcastle songs. Red rag to a bull. I looked down Grainger Street and there were a couple of lads walking back down towards Central. I went down the street after them shouting horrendous Middlesborough related obscenities and waving my arms about like a derranged chimp. One of the lads was behind me telling me to pack it in.

 

As I approached, one of them stopped singing and turned round. I remember thinking 'fuck me, he's a big bastard' and started to slow down a bit. I tried to walk past him to get at his skinny mate who was making the most noise, but he blocked me off and advised me to seek an alternative route. I questioned his sexual persuasions and shoved him out of the way, but before I could get to his mate, he'd grabbed me and pulled me backwards. He span me round, picked me up and threw me against some shop shutters. He then proceeded to go akka on my face with his fists. I was fucking arseholed and had absolutely no chance of fighting back. The lad I was with managed to kick him off me and we got up and walked away, but I was still giving it the big one.

 

It was at this juncture that my mate lost his temper and punched me in the face. That sobered me up a bit.

 

I attended the game on the Sunday with a fat lip and a sore nose, feeling like a proper bastard. We won 2-1 though, so I was victorious really.

Class story that Wubble UC

[The Fish 10963]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

I didn't know you could.

 

Most of childish shit I've done was at Uni and would be better categorised as "Zany".

 

I do often send people the wrong way when they ask me for directions to places I don't know. Not really sure why I do it. I suppose it's more of a twatty thing to do, rather than childish, but there you go.

 

Sometimes I'll pretend to be asleep when I'm not. Dunno why I do that either.

[manc-mag 1]

Seems a familiar theme this us lot being pwopa nawty in Sunderland.

 

We banned ourselves from going to make sure stuff like the above never happened.

 

One of them for me though as to be in 2006. We had boro away on the Sunday, and we had gone out on the piss in the town (our town) on the Friday night. I was absolutely ruined and had been drinking vodka red bull all night, probably up there with some of the worst states I've been in.

 

On the way for the taxi a couple of us had seperated from the rest of the lads. We were walking up past Monument when I heard someone singing boro; well, anti-Newcastle songs. Red rag to a bull. I looked down Grainger Street and there were a couple of lads walking back down towards Central. I went down the street after them shouting horrendous Middlesborough related obscenities and waving my arms about like a derranged chimp. One of the lads was behind me telling me to pack it in.

 

As I approached, one of them stopped singing and turned round. I remember thinking 'fuck me, he's a big bastard' and started to slow down a bit. I tried to walk past him to get at his skinny mate who was making the most noise, but he blocked me off and advised me to seek an alternative route. I questioned his sexual persuasions and shoved him out of the way, but before I could get to his mate, he'd grabbed me and pulled me backwards. He span me round, picked me up and threw me against some shop shutters. He then proceeded to go akka on my face with his fists. I was fucking arseholed and had absolutely no chance of fighting back. The lad I was with managed to kick him off me and we got up and walked away, but I was still giving it the big one.

 

It was at this juncture that my mate lost his temper and punched me in the face. That sobered me up a bit.

 

I attended the game on the Sunday with a fat lip and a sore nose, feeling like a proper bastard. We won 2-1 though, so I was victorious really.

 

 

Who lamped you, Luke? Please tell me it was Norman?!

[shackbleep 0]

One of the stupidest things I've ever done is go to Sunderland on the piss

 

FYP

[shackbleep 0]

Soon after passing my driving test and being the typical exuberant new driver who tailgates every fucker, blissfully unaware of quite how much it fucks people off and feeling somewhat 'protected' by the boundaries of my Mam's Ford Escort, I was nailing it 4-up to a supermarket one balmy evening riding rather close to the tail of a Vauxhall Carlton.

 

He pulls off into the car park with me right behind him. By now, quite enjoying how close I'm following. Cue us going through a narrow section where the kerbs allowed only one car to go at a time, he jams on the anchors, gets out, reaches back in to grab a club hammer and starts pacing back towards my car with a face like thunder and he's built like a brick shit house.

 

Without a thought for the suspension in my Mam's car, I put it on full lock, dropped the clutch, smacked into and up onto the kerb and drove across a raised section to get the fuck out of there.

 

Never tailgated anyone again after that like.

[Gemmill 46023]

One of the stupidest things I've ever done is go to Sunderland on the piss

 

FYP

I lived there for 4 years man!

[shackbleep 0]

One of the stupidest things I've ever done is go to Sunderland on the piss

 

FYP

I lived there for 4 years man!

 

Post needs fixing further then. Out on the piss or living there? Surely the latter is worse?

[Dr Gloom 22143]

I've never had a night out in Sunderland like.

 

you're lucky

[Kid Dynamite 7169]

I saw a lad out with his lass get sparked out by some meathead charver. The police turned up and I pointed him out and watched his arse fall out.

 

Of course I would never do such a childish thing as grass these days

[Kid Dynamite 7169]

On a serious note . . . it's always funny to tape down the 'clicker' underneath an old style phone and ring it, then watch as a nurse picks it up and can't figure out why the phone is still ringing!

[The Fish 10963]

Tear a small piece of the tacky end of a post it, stick it to the underside of an optical mouse and you get similar levels of bewilderment.

Edited January 12, 2011 by The Fish

[Guest You FCB Get Out Of Our Club]

What I do when I'm in the office, our bog has no windows and one light which you turn on and off from the office wall. So say I've been having a piss, someone goes for a shite in the cubicle, I go out, and switch the light off, so, so childish but so funny cos its pitch black with the light off someone having a turkish coming out two doors of the bog with their trousers half up really is quite hilarious. It's one of those immature things I never get bored of.

[Kid Dynamite 7169]

On my football christmas night out a few of us ended up in the bogs at the same time. I had to use a cubicle as there was no room at the urinal (And I didnt want to make the lads jealous) and could hear things clattering around outside. I finished up and opened the door to find my mortal mate picking up used urinal cakes and throwing them over the cubicle next to me thinking I was in there Luckily the lad in it was only about 17 and looked like he was about to cry

[JawD 99]

One springs to mind. I've a few mates that live down in cheshire. Was on the piss with one of them and after a skinfull we decided to go and see the other one. We stopped at the first lads house first to pick up some cling film, tape and tomato sauce. Got to his house and while I was strategically squirting sauce on his car (thin line along the windscreen wiper and then under his door handles), the other lad was putting cling film and tape across his front door. We seen the next door neighbour clock us (it was around midnight) and pick up the phone. We were giggling like school lasses and the lad who's house it was suddenly opened his door and came running out with a bat thinking we were nicking his car. He ran straight into the tape as we stood pissing ourselves at him.

 

We had a laugh and moved on. Didnt tell him about the sauce but he did ring the next day calling us all the twats and after getting his (and his wife's) hands covered in sauce he didnt know about the windscreen till he was down the road and it smeared on his window

 

This was about 7-8 years ago when I was around 30...