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For those of you who didn’t speak to me last night, I broke up with my girlfriend and turned to cheap cider and beer for the evening. It turns out the two don’t mix well. I cannot remember a thing after about 8 O’clock, so here is my little, entirely true, story.
I woke up this afternoon (about 25 minutes ago) with my mouth tasting like a combination of an ashtray and a urinal. My head feels like someone ripped it off and played 17 games of basketball with it and my arms and legs are entirely numb.
I somehow managed to drag myself into the shower, I then fell out of it and happened to be wet and naked on the floor when the lady who lived next door came round to ‘see our new bathroom’. She seemed chuffed with herself but I had to grab a towel and sprint for my bedroom.
I thought I would try and relax a bit until the ‘still drunk but not in a good way’ feeling wore off. I turned on the TV, saw Sophie Ellis Bextor, then turned it off and went to the CD player instead. I was about to drown out all noises within a 6 mile radius with my Nickelback album, when my phone stopped me.
It was my ex girlfriend saying how sorry she was and how she wanted to make it up to me. Too tired and still a bit drunk to argue otherwise I told her that, “We would still be friends and stuff.” So she happily hung up.
I turned around and was about to hit ‘play’ on my stereo when my phone rang again. It was another girl who I apparently ‘spent half the night with’, however I don’t recall anything. She was telling me ‘how good we are together and that she is so glad we are together now’. I literally dropped the phone (been the melodramatic idiot I am) and told her I would call her back in a minute.
Too stunned to play by CD now, I went to get something to eat (fully clothed at this point), I then got a text message from yet another girl saying how I had been on the phone telling her I loved her. I thought about dropping the phone dramatically again but the kitchen floor is stone, so I didn’t.
I ate my soggy cornflakes and decided to put my ordeal into words and see what a drunken klutz I truly am. I have no idea how I am going to sort this all out and I don’t remember the majority of my night, I have been told I arrived home at 3AM though.
The moral of this story? Everything in moderation. I don’t think I will be drinking as much this Christmas somehow.
I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas and enjoy the time off school/work/dole
Take care and have fun with your loved ones.
-kyz˛˛-
I woke up this afternoon (about 25 minutes ago) with my mouth tasting like a combination of an ashtray and a urinal. My head feels like someone ripped it off and played 17 games of basketball with it and my arms and legs are entirely numb.
I somehow managed to drag myself into the shower, I then fell out of it and happened to be wet and naked on the floor when the lady who lived next door came round to ‘see our new bathroom’. She seemed chuffed with herself but I had to grab a towel and sprint for my bedroom.
I thought I would try and relax a bit until the ‘still drunk but not in a good way’ feeling wore off. I turned on the TV, saw Sophie Ellis Bextor, then turned it off and went to the CD player instead. I was about to drown out all noises within a 6 mile radius with my Nickelback album, when my phone stopped me.
It was my ex girlfriend saying how sorry she was and how she wanted to make it up to me. Too tired and still a bit drunk to argue otherwise I told her that, “We would still be friends and stuff.” So she happily hung up.
I turned around and was about to hit ‘play’ on my stereo when my phone rang again. It was another girl who I apparently ‘spent half the night with’, however I don’t recall anything. She was telling me ‘how good we are together and that she is so glad we are together now’. I literally dropped the phone (been the melodramatic idiot I am) and told her I would call her back in a minute.
Too stunned to play by CD now, I went to get something to eat (fully clothed at this point), I then got a text message from yet another girl saying how I had been on the phone telling her I loved her. I thought about dropping the phone dramatically again but the kitchen floor is stone, so I didn’t.
I ate my soggy cornflakes and decided to put my ordeal into words and see what a drunken klutz I truly am. I have no idea how I am going to sort this all out and I don’t remember the majority of my night, I have been told I arrived home at 3AM though.
The moral of this story? Everything in moderation. I don’t think I will be drinking as much this Christmas somehow.
I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas and enjoy the time off school/work/dole
Take care and have fun with your loved ones.
-kyz˛˛-
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ahhh, the joys of teen drunkeness. I cant believe that biatch broke up with you the night before the night before christmas though!
Ahh well, at least you knoe you've got people who love you here though.
*winks*
Ahh well, at least you knoe you've got people who love you here though.
*winks*
that other girl must have been me then
Malcior wrote:
> did the chicken baskets have freshly laid eggs in?
>
> did you find sex juice at the end of your tinkle?
Did I get laid? no.
> did the chicken baskets have freshly laid eggs in?
>
> did you find sex juice at the end of your tinkle?
Did I get laid? no.
did the chicken baskets have freshly laid eggs in?
did you find sex juice at the end of your tinkle?
did you find sex juice at the end of your tinkle?
Malcior wrote:
> and to make sure she was lying you should have looked at the crown of
> little jimmy's head and see if anyone poured milk on it.
Im sober and dont understand that. Help?
> and to make sure she was lying you should have looked at the crown of
> little jimmy's head and see if anyone poured milk on it.
Im sober and dont understand that. Help?
or if he was bleeding white blood
Well, once my friend, being the fool he is, got drunk and ran a mile up a hill with only his boxershorts on. Considering the place is filled with nettles and a burn, I have decided that he is retarded.
and to make sure she was lying you should have looked at the crown of little jimmy's head and see if anyone poured milk on it.
oh great another who has phone sex.
Nice tales there aliboy :-)
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