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I went to a party on Friday night in party of Leeds that I don't know. We got a crate of Stella from an off licence and carried it to where one of my mates thought the party was. So we got there but it was the wrong street name. Sooo we knocked on some doors and asked for directions, but these west Leeds middle class goons didnt treat a gang of young men with a crate of Stella too kindly and gave us totally wrong directions.
Then, the heavens opened and it began to hail, thunder and lighting. We found the house after falling down a flight of stairs and breaking my legs twice. It wasnt exactly a party, it was a richboy gathering, he had a jukebox, the sissy rich boy.
So myself and my non rich mates took over his table tennis table, garage and pool, whilst drinking wife beater juice (Stella). It was good until some guy (Perhaps a hobo) stumbled in and broke the speakers. Then someone ordered a takeaway and that cost £40, and nobody paid up, so the delivery guy stood in the hall for an hour, drinking stella.
We then stood in the garage, talking about the meaning of life and being "deep" in a drunk way where it all makes sense. We then walked home in the rain, made myself some food and fell asleep before eating it.
I need a haircut, I look like a roughed up heterosexual Hugh Grant.
Then, the heavens opened and it began to hail, thunder and lighting. We found the house after falling down a flight of stairs and breaking my legs twice. It wasnt exactly a party, it was a richboy gathering, he had a jukebox, the sissy rich boy.
So myself and my non rich mates took over his table tennis table, garage and pool, whilst drinking wife beater juice (Stella). It was good until some guy (Perhaps a hobo) stumbled in and broke the speakers. Then someone ordered a takeaway and that cost £40, and nobody paid up, so the delivery guy stood in the hall for an hour, drinking stella.
We then stood in the garage, talking about the meaning of life and being "deep" in a drunk way where it all makes sense. We then walked home in the rain, made myself some food and fell asleep before eating it.
I need a haircut, I look like a roughed up heterosexual Hugh Grant.
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Let this be a lesson to you. Never go to parties.
Yeah, sure.
Well, maybe YOU enjoy that sort of stuff with inanimate objects, but me - I'm all man. Meaning I like women. Indeed.
I dont complain when I get head
I was drinking Stella yesterday - one of those mini keg things. Too bad it comes out 90% head.
They'd probably have taken the delivery boy home too, he didnt speak english.
Would've been funnier if the filth had arrived and taken your crate.
It's ok, it was bottles.
I can't even drink a can of Stella, i think it tastes vile.
Yah, das ist gut
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