Uni Kicking
When i was at University in deepest darkest wales I had a case of mistaken identity. I wondered home after a heavy smoke n playstation evening (as is so frequently enjoyed by the student fraternity). Upon arriving outside my seafront hall of residence I noticed some jelly legged booze hounds passing, after enjoying the local ale houses buy a pint and get a shot of meths (although they called it vodka) offer. I thought nothing of it and began battling with the needlessly complicated lock. I looked into a parallel window and aknowledged a friend chuckling at my stoner fingers pathetic attempt to open the door.

At this point i'll explain that the sea front of said town is a fairly bustling place of an evening and theres allot going on so when i heard the two lads shout its ''Its fuckin im'' I thought nothing of it assuming they'd spotted a rival meathead up the road. Unfortunately no, one of them had spotted me. I heard some kind of banter about me being '' that gay what spilt it''. I sort of looked round to see one of them coming at me. I was suddenly inside my top being hit. What happened next is a bit of a blur. I'm pretty sure i kicked someone somewhere and then my mates appeared at the door and they were gone. I was fine really, although my rose tinted view of the town was a bit sullied.

Apparently only one of them had gone for me the other had tried to drag him off. I suspect he's one of those people who have to fight when they drink. Probably something brought on by buggerings from amorous uncles.
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