Twatted
On a mates 18th, now a long time ago, I got so shit faced on Southern Comfort that I fell off the roof of my conservatory. I found out the following morning that my Dad had let me in through my bedroom window. I'd apparantly lost my keys, which I found the next day in my pocket and had decided that I could walk up walls. I ripped a fair chunk of the guttering off, but alas I live to tell the tale.
(jonehboy is on a reggae tip, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:52, Reply)