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I've been out to bars and pubs since the night I got alcohol poisoning and beaten by a bouncer, but I've always drunk coke.
But last night, after a month and thirteen days of not touching alcohol of any kind, I gave in. I went out for a mate's birthday around bars in town and then off to the nightclub I got kicked out of all that time ago. Last time, I could barely remember a thing, and turned up wasted. This time, I strolled in, I.D at hand, and as sober as Crossbob.
While I enjoyed myself, I was only ever-so-slightly drunk. It made it harder for me to approach the female of the species. But I got there in the end, and in a moment of idiocy my K700i fell out of my pocket and crushed by the tart I'd been snogging's stillettos. Didn't realise, straight away, and it got handed in to the DJ. I tried to get it back, but four other chav-like-creatures tried claiming it aswell. I finally got it back, but with a crushed screen.
Now in a mood, I became verbally aggressive to all my mates before finally returning home at around three-ish, already regretting most of a good night.
But last night, after a month and thirteen days of not touching alcohol of any kind, I gave in. I went out for a mate's birthday around bars in town and then off to the nightclub I got kicked out of all that time ago. Last time, I could barely remember a thing, and turned up wasted. This time, I strolled in, I.D at hand, and as sober as Crossbob.
While I enjoyed myself, I was only ever-so-slightly drunk. It made it harder for me to approach the female of the species. But I got there in the end, and in a moment of idiocy my K700i fell out of my pocket and crushed by the tart I'd been snogging's stillettos. Didn't realise, straight away, and it got handed in to the DJ. I tried to get it back, but four other chav-like-creatures tried claiming it aswell. I finally got it back, but with a crushed screen.
Now in a mood, I became verbally aggressive to all my mates before finally returning home at around three-ish, already regretting most of a good night.
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It's probably due to the fact that I'm tired of having to scroll past someone's experience of sitting next to an old woman with a bag on a bus for half an hour to get to topics of any humour whatsoever.
how come when abybody posts about something that happened, there is always one person who comes in and "speaks" for everybody saying that nobody cares?
The music was top-notch. They play all the golden-oldies like Queen etc.
The fact you think people care about your pitiful existance is the most worrying thing about this cry for help.
Please, go and get a woman or something. Or learn that nobody gives a damn about you, hove.
Be gone.
Please, go and get a woman or something. Or learn that nobody gives a damn about you, hove.
Be gone.
I think you need alcohol training. Clubs are not the best way to start. Try home, with friends, house parties. You're with people you like, you can sleep where you fall, and you always know where the toilet is. And you can choose the music, too.
Awwwwwwwww.
I've been out to bars and pubs since the night I got alcohol poisoning and beaten by a bouncer, but I've always drunk coke.
But last night, after a month and thirteen days of not touching alcohol of any kind, I gave in. I went out for a mate's birthday around bars in town and then off to the nightclub I got kicked out of all that time ago. Last time, I could barely remember a thing, and turned up wasted. This time, I strolled in, I.D at hand, and as sober as Crossbob.
While I enjoyed myself, I was only ever-so-slightly drunk. It made it harder for me to approach the female of the species. But I got there in the end, and in a moment of idiocy my K700i fell out of my pocket and crushed by the tart I'd been snogging's stillettos. Didn't realise, straight away, and it got handed in to the DJ. I tried to get it back, but four other chav-like-creatures tried claiming it aswell. I finally got it back, but with a crushed screen.
Now in a mood, I became verbally aggressive to all my mates before finally returning home at around three-ish, already regretting most of a good night.
But last night, after a month and thirteen days of not touching alcohol of any kind, I gave in. I went out for a mate's birthday around bars in town and then off to the nightclub I got kicked out of all that time ago. Last time, I could barely remember a thing, and turned up wasted. This time, I strolled in, I.D at hand, and as sober as Crossbob.
While I enjoyed myself, I was only ever-so-slightly drunk. It made it harder for me to approach the female of the species. But I got there in the end, and in a moment of idiocy my K700i fell out of my pocket and crushed by the tart I'd been snogging's stillettos. Didn't realise, straight away, and it got handed in to the DJ. I tried to get it back, but four other chav-like-creatures tried claiming it aswell. I finally got it back, but with a crushed screen.
Now in a mood, I became verbally aggressive to all my mates before finally returning home at around three-ish, already regretting most of a good night.
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