This one is definitely going into my bestmanLAD speech should he ever get married..... BestmateLAD's birthday is on the greatest LAD night of the year, Halloween. On this beautiful eve of flowing skin and s*xy costumes we began our journey in said LAD's house. After a bountiful piss up of ice cold jager, beer, vodka and jello shots we headed for the club. With my valiant wingman by my side we set our sights on two exceptional wenches. Although it was his birthday I shamefully claimed the s*xier wench (not much difference, his a solid 8/10, mine closer to a 9/10). After a few drinks and a bit of graft we were stuck in. The night spun past in a drunken blur and before we knew it we had to leave. In a move of pure brilliance BestmateLAD manages to convince not only his own wench, but mine also, to return to his domain for a continued birthday party....SWEETLAD!! so we get back to the house and polish of the remaining drink before realising a problem, theres only one bed...But in true LAD fashion (and the drink helped) we said fcuk it and jumped in with separate duvets, just to keep it civil, classyLADs. 20 minutes into the ordeal BestmateLad's door slowly starts to open, dadLAD is down to check are we ok. BestmateLAD (now pounding away on his wench) attempts a tactical roll to the side. I hear a large thump as the light turns on and BigdaddyLAD stands and stares astonished at a bollock naked wench staring him in the face and BestmateLAD giggling with the duvet wrapped around him on the floor. As dadLAD swiftly closes the door I inform BestmateLAD that no matter how long we live, he shall always be my HeroLad!!