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"Biazrre, but nice."

That's how my Friday night ended up, anyway.

Started off as merely "good", and progressed as the night went on. My mate hosted one of those M"urder Mystery" dinner things, were you turn up to someones house for a dinner party, and you're all a different character.

You listen to the tape, and read some scripted bits, and by the end of the meal you have to guess who dunnit. Never done one before, it was something completely different for me, thoroughly enjoyed it, would definately do one again.

Anyway, that all finished about half 10, and the host said we could stay over, so me and a mate agrred, the others were going to go home. Went up to a 24 hour Tescos and bought a 1litre bottle of vodka, some Redbull and some coke - the usual.

Anyway, started drinking the vodka and listening to XFM, thought it would be a good move to phone up and request some stuff. So we did. About 30 times. The DJ must have got well peeved off with us.

Anyway, get's tp about half 4am, and my mate was been asleep for about half an hour (I had too much Redbull, didn't get to sleep at all), when he suddenly decideds to bill violently ill all over our mates lounge. It was THE most disgusting vomit I've ever seen in my life. It was purple, and it bloody stank.

Anyway, we cleared that up a bit, and as the sun was well on its way up, we decided to go for a walk. No shoes shirt or socks, and we went for a walk.

We found a field with some horses in, so we climbed in, and started talking to the horses, at about 6am on a saturday morning. Dew soaked grass between my toes, cool breeze on my body, no one else about, talking to horses. Most bizarre, but strangely, quite nice as well.

Needless to say I felt exhausted for most of saturday afternoon and was in bed by half 9 that night.

I was once in Ausrtia with the school Orchersra and one year 11 in our room gat competely pis*ed!
The most discusting part was that his sick was...BLACK! He asked for the 'Boglet roll' (combination of Bog and Loo!) and I while I was carrying an ice-cream tub full of sick to the toilet to empty out, Itripped up on my best mates pyjamas and aspilt it on my suitcase!

I love reminissing! (Can't spell, though!)

My mate kept putting back the vodka shots, until he threw up in my other mate's sink

Classic memories

I guess it would have been "normal", still warmer than is should be served though.

Surely it would've just been "normal", and not warm? I had 9 shots of vodka on my 16th birthday, most were one after another, as well as vast amounts of beer. Oh how I threw up that day. Oh how I failed my GCSE History exam the next day.

There wasn't enough time to leave it in the freezer, and you can't drink vodka warm.

Well, I can, but it's not how it's supposed to be drunk.

You should have bottled and sold it

Anyway, why didn't you just have the vodka straight up? That way you can keep SOME credibility

The two of us did get through all 1 litre of the vodka anyway. I think my piddle was about 80% proof on saturday...

I can actually get pretty tipsy on 6 pints, but it depends on what I'm drinking. Stella, for example, is over 5%, so 6 pints of that drank quickly and I'm pretty tipsy. And my bladder is awful, I need one slash per pint.

MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Vodka and Reb Bull doesn't taste too bad, but it's hardly a man's
> drink is it?


I can't get drunk on beer, I can't drink enough. After about 5 or 6 pints I'm full and just can't drink any more. And I need to go to the lav every half hour if I drink loads of beer.

I was chased by a sheep once, man I hate the country side. I dunno how you country bumpkins can live there

I've done some rather "amusing" things while under the influence, but they shall remain secret... I don't want my credibility taking a dent, heh