Do you ever get the urge to do something completely out of your comfort zone? Something that you would never ever dream of doing? I sometimes do. Once such urge got the better of me last night. I was on a night out with two girl friends, a night out that shouldn’t really have happened at all considering we went out in the afternoon to visit a few shops and have some food. That then led on to one drink to finish the trip off…which then led on to two, then we moved bars and, well as you can imagine we ended up staying out! I had a great time of course, but normally I’m pretty conserved when I’m out. I usually enjoy a quiet drink with friends, in a surrounding I’m comfortable in. However this night I let my hair down a little more than normal the results were…well, fleshy!
There was a bucking bronco in one of the clubs we visited. Naturally I didn’t want to go on it at first and quietly sipped my drink, ignoring the barrage of temptation that was coming from my friends. I finally agreed to give it a go. I did pretty well, falling off after a pretty reasonable 16 seconds or so. Great! But then this is where the unexplained urge came into play. I wanted to go on again. But not only to last a little longer, I wanted to…take my shirt off and swing it around like a cowboy! What! And that’s pretty much what I did when I succumb to the urge!
I got a cheer! A few woops! But I didn’t last as long. Maybe my palms were slightly more sweaty than they were prior to the exposure. But what the hell, it was a laugh! There’s nothing quite like a fat man falling over, especially if his moobs are on show lol. But yeah, a moment of madness occurred and I was a mad guy for all of 10 seconds! I can now cross that one off the list of crazy things to do before I die! Haha.
