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I remember leaving (being chucked out) of this pub about 3 miles from my house at 2am. Next thing I remember I was lying on my living room floor and my flatmate was looking down at me genuinely concerned:
"Where did you get the bike?"
"What bike?" I ask, trying to focus. Rather surprisingly he said
"That bike on top of you."
"Oh right..."
Somewhere along the way home I had managed to lose my wallet, gain a black eye, lump on head, and an expensive mountain bike. In my pissed up wisdom i decided to ride it 100 yards down the road to the police station to hand it in. I had to say 'ummm I found it'... went home and continued drinking. woke up naked on living room floor, ground floor of house trashed and clothes soaking wet and plastered with mud. I often wonder where the mud came from... I am not a heavy drinker now.
And one other time my mate and i were at gig, it was really bad so we decided to drink. We woke up with BIG hangovers in his room at his parents house, neither of us could remember how we got there! BTW his parents lived about 40 miles away. yay!
(meatatarian!, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 12:52, Reply)