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Sorry if any spelling is bad in this post but here is the story of ton9ght...
I went to a school 'masked ball' thing where everyione wqas supposed to wear a mask. Anyway, I was persuaded into parting with £15 to get a ticket (the £15 fee includes 3 alchoholic beverages!!!) so I went. Had one Smirnoff Ice thing before going (all that was in the fridge that was alcoholic...) then set off. Got their at 7:30pm, the time it was sposed to start. he few people that wqere there were waiting outside, so I waited for a while for one of my best mates to show up at about quarter to eight. We go inside into the place where the ball thing is sposed to happen. My mate has decided not to stick the Anarchy symbol to his mask like we both agreed so I look like an anarchist on my own, heh heh...
So we drink two of our three drinks in about half an hour, and decide to go to the lockert room in search of more beer... we find two people taking swigs as we go there, and ask them for a bit, and they say yes. Just as we take the bottle for some, we hear teachers voice from the entrance to the locker room. Twio [eople who own the alchohol attempt to hide it in a locker while me and my mate scram outta the back exit... never found out what happened...
So we decide to go into town (about 5 mins walk) to get some cheap skank to get us drunk. We proceed to do so, and as we walk back up we go though the schiool fields.My mate pees on the cricket pitch. Then drunk as I am, he persuades me to do so as well. We both pee on the cricket square, meaning he did twice and me once... then we wander for a while, see some people who used to go o our school who we haven't seen since our GCSE exams, see some scary scenes... etc...
Anyway, after a bit me and my mate decide to go rip up the dance floor by moshing and jumping into each other at high velocities... twas very funny at the time... now my neck hurts a bit, as dpes my back... may try to go play Super Monkey Ball now... not sue what the point of this post was... but I think it was a good post anyway... yer...
Okay, the moral of todays story is: Alchoho,l is good as long as you know when to stop in case of vomitting... do not vomit and all is good, and you can make a fool of yourself whiole not giving a poop. In front of teahcers and class mates too. Coolness.
I went to a school 'masked ball' thing where everyione wqas supposed to wear a mask. Anyway, I was persuaded into parting with £15 to get a ticket (the £15 fee includes 3 alchoholic beverages!!!) so I went. Had one Smirnoff Ice thing before going (all that was in the fridge that was alcoholic...) then set off. Got their at 7:30pm, the time it was sposed to start. he few people that wqere there were waiting outside, so I waited for a while for one of my best mates to show up at about quarter to eight. We go inside into the place where the ball thing is sposed to happen. My mate has decided not to stick the Anarchy symbol to his mask like we both agreed so I look like an anarchist on my own, heh heh...
So we drink two of our three drinks in about half an hour, and decide to go to the lockert room in search of more beer... we find two people taking swigs as we go there, and ask them for a bit, and they say yes. Just as we take the bottle for some, we hear teachers voice from the entrance to the locker room. Twio [eople who own the alchohol attempt to hide it in a locker while me and my mate scram outta the back exit... never found out what happened...
So we decide to go into town (about 5 mins walk) to get some cheap skank to get us drunk. We proceed to do so, and as we walk back up we go though the schiool fields.My mate pees on the cricket pitch. Then drunk as I am, he persuades me to do so as well. We both pee on the cricket square, meaning he did twice and me once... then we wander for a while, see some people who used to go o our school who we haven't seen since our GCSE exams, see some scary scenes... etc...
Anyway, after a bit me and my mate decide to go rip up the dance floor by moshing and jumping into each other at high velocities... twas very funny at the time... now my neck hurts a bit, as dpes my back... may try to go play Super Monkey Ball now... not sue what the point of this post was... but I think it was a good post anyway... yer...
Okay, the moral of todays story is: Alchoho,l is good as long as you know when to stop in case of vomitting... do not vomit and all is good, and you can make a fool of yourself whiole not giving a poop. In front of teahcers and class mates too. Coolness.
It was indeed, I was truly drawn in by your cleverness.
Possum in a bottle wrote:
> yeah I came in here to read about bowling for soup but instead get one
> of your crazy adventures.
Please don't sue me for fraudulent advertising... ;-)
Anyway, it was worth it wasn't it?
> yeah I came in here to read about bowling for soup but instead get one
> of your crazy adventures.
Please don't sue me for fraudulent advertising... ;-)
Anyway, it was worth it wasn't it?
Peeing on the cricket square? AH brings back some memorys.
yeah I came in here to read about bowling for soup but instead get one of your crazy adventures. I could tell you some of mine but I can be bothered.
That seemed strange... And Nice 'soup' inspired title
I think that my school doesn't have dances. In retrospect, this may be a good thing.
Now I shall go down in history as someone who peed on the cricket pitch. Neck still hurts though... ah well, it was worth it :D
Ah.
Sibs.
*Beware children - This is what will happen to you if drink takes a hold! Beware!*
:D
Sibs.
*Beware children - This is what will happen to you if drink takes a hold! Beware!*
:D
Sibs wrote:
> Okay, the moral of todays story is: Alchoho,l is good as long as you
> know when to stop in case of vomitting... do not vomit and all is
> good,
*
There's still time yet. The vomit might creep up on you like thief in the night.
> Okay, the moral of todays story is: Alchoho,l is good as long as you
> know when to stop in case of vomitting... do not vomit and all is
> good,
*
There's still time yet. The vomit might creep up on you like thief in the night.
Sorry if any spelling is bad in this post but here is the story of ton9ght...
I went to a school 'masked ball' thing where everyione wqas supposed to wear a mask. Anyway, I was persuaded into parting with £15 to get a ticket (the £15 fee includes 3 alchoholic beverages!!!) so I went. Had one Smirnoff Ice thing before going (all that was in the fridge that was alcoholic...) then set off. Got their at 7:30pm, the time it was sposed to start. he few people that wqere there were waiting outside, so I waited for a while for one of my best mates to show up at about quarter to eight. We go inside into the place where the ball thing is sposed to happen. My mate has decided not to stick the Anarchy symbol to his mask like we both agreed so I look like an anarchist on my own, heh heh...
So we drink two of our three drinks in about half an hour, and decide to go to the lockert room in search of more beer... we find two people taking swigs as we go there, and ask them for a bit, and they say yes. Just as we take the bottle for some, we hear teachers voice from the entrance to the locker room. Twio [eople who own the alchohol attempt to hide it in a locker while me and my mate scram outta the back exit... never found out what happened...
So we decide to go into town (about 5 mins walk) to get some cheap skank to get us drunk. We proceed to do so, and as we walk back up we go though the schiool fields.My mate pees on the cricket pitch. Then drunk as I am, he persuades me to do so as well. We both pee on the cricket square, meaning he did twice and me once... then we wander for a while, see some people who used to go o our school who we haven't seen since our GCSE exams, see some scary scenes... etc...
Anyway, after a bit me and my mate decide to go rip up the dance floor by moshing and jumping into each other at high velocities... twas very funny at the time... now my neck hurts a bit, as dpes my back... may try to go play Super Monkey Ball now... not sue what the point of this post was... but I think it was a good post anyway... yer...
Okay, the moral of todays story is: Alchoho,l is good as long as you know when to stop in case of vomitting... do not vomit and all is good, and you can make a fool of yourself whiole not giving a poop. In front of teahcers and class mates too. Coolness.
I went to a school 'masked ball' thing where everyione wqas supposed to wear a mask. Anyway, I was persuaded into parting with £15 to get a ticket (the £15 fee includes 3 alchoholic beverages!!!) so I went. Had one Smirnoff Ice thing before going (all that was in the fridge that was alcoholic...) then set off. Got their at 7:30pm, the time it was sposed to start. he few people that wqere there were waiting outside, so I waited for a while for one of my best mates to show up at about quarter to eight. We go inside into the place where the ball thing is sposed to happen. My mate has decided not to stick the Anarchy symbol to his mask like we both agreed so I look like an anarchist on my own, heh heh...
So we drink two of our three drinks in about half an hour, and decide to go to the lockert room in search of more beer... we find two people taking swigs as we go there, and ask them for a bit, and they say yes. Just as we take the bottle for some, we hear teachers voice from the entrance to the locker room. Twio [eople who own the alchohol attempt to hide it in a locker while me and my mate scram outta the back exit... never found out what happened...
So we decide to go into town (about 5 mins walk) to get some cheap skank to get us drunk. We proceed to do so, and as we walk back up we go though the schiool fields.My mate pees on the cricket pitch. Then drunk as I am, he persuades me to do so as well. We both pee on the cricket square, meaning he did twice and me once... then we wander for a while, see some people who used to go o our school who we haven't seen since our GCSE exams, see some scary scenes... etc...
Anyway, after a bit me and my mate decide to go rip up the dance floor by moshing and jumping into each other at high velocities... twas very funny at the time... now my neck hurts a bit, as dpes my back... may try to go play Super Monkey Ball now... not sue what the point of this post was... but I think it was a good post anyway... yer...
Okay, the moral of todays story is: Alchoho,l is good as long as you know when to stop in case of vomitting... do not vomit and all is good, and you can make a fool of yourself whiole not giving a poop. In front of teahcers and class mates too. Coolness.