girls, grit and the law
Some years ago, after a house party A group of friends where heading back to our own house for a post party drinking session. It was about 4am when we finally got back.

We were all sat round in the living room, some of the people having never visited our house before were commenting on the astronomically poor upkeep of the property. We were wondering where the rest of our group had got to when there was a scream and a frantic banging on the back door.

"what the fucks all that noise about?" I asked my housemate D as he barged in. Then shut up as a girl with a bloody face stumbled behind leaking a mixture of blood and tears on the kitchen floor.

Lacking money for a taxi the girl had elected to get a piggyback ride from aforementioned housemate. Within sight of the house, D had tripped and sent the girl flying into a graceful and majestic faceplant onto the road.

Thanks to the ceaceless effort of a nocturnal drum and base lovin' housemate we were not on the best of terms with the neighbors. Two of witch had come out of their houses to remonstrate. neighbor#1 saw the gravel splattered bloody stump that was once a face and offered some help. neighbor#2 was not so ready to forgive being woken up at this godforsaken hour.

Neighbor 2 got into a screaming row with D's brother. who tried to explain that they hadn't to cause alarm, but someone was hurt and the most chivalrous option was to see to the poor girl. neighbor 2 agreed to disagree and a fight ensued. As is often the case the police showed up.

I turned to the guy siting next to me and asked if he wanted to come out again next weekend. He said something had come up.

Now unless a party ends in tears and an assault conviction its a wasted evening in my book.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 11:33, Reply)