I was out in Tilleys in Newcastle and my mate Pirate came in to the pub and asked me to accompany him to another boozer as there was this girl he was trying to pull and she had a couple of mates with her,so being the gallant chap I am I followed him, and found that the friends in question both weighed in the region of 15 stone a piece, he smiled at me and we got on with the process of getting royally drunk, I commented to him that the friends looked like a WWF tag team so the night was permeated with occasional random shouts of 'bodyslam' and 'give 'im the chair' ,much to the confusion of our companions ,as these things normally turn out ,it ended up being just myself with one of the lovely ladies and Pirate and his chosen partner,we went back to their house and I was in one room and he another next door ,I had also said to Pirate at some point during the night that I wouldn't need to move during lovemaking I could just "slap her arse and ride the ripples" so during the act of coitus I broke into a traditional Scottish love poem as I knew Pirate could hear me and a top volume chorus of "We are sailing" was duly sung ,I could hear pirate pissing himself laughing next door, my lucky partner didn't bother her rather rotund arse but apparently Pirates stopped immediately and asked him 'what the **** was that about' and it took him several minutes to coax her back into bed.
True story ,and yeh it makes me look like a bit of an dick but so what, I am.
The awkward moment was when I asked my partner to turn off the light,when she asked why I said 'because I don't want to burn my arse'....how I got away with that (old gag) I will never know but I swear it's true.