I was staying at a friend's house
And after some good old whiskey-fuelled romping (with HIM), we decided that we were starving, so we went downstairs to make food. We popped the oven on and started raiding the fridge. Then decided we wanted a parmo.

So off we trot to the local parmo eaterie, and brought it home with us, proud as punch.

After gobbling it up, we attempted more sex (we really were just friends, though) but couldn't be arsed. We couldn't even be arsed having a fag, just went straight to sleep.

We were woken the next morning by his nana (crazy woman) beating the shit out of us.
We'd left the oven on, gassed ourselves knackered, then pissed off to sleep for 14 hours. Whoops.


We also managed to finish a bottle of Teachers between us another night, and went to the shop for more, sober as judges. By the time we got back in, we were paralysed, and according to his mum, we'd left the house, slurring something about being sober, declaring that we were off for 'whishkey' and promptly fell over the doorstep.
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 2:17, 2 replies)

99% of people
reading this will have no idea what a parmo is - much less tasted one.

Just had one that I brought back in a doggy-bag from Central Park last night
(apollo36uk, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 16:43, closed)

Central park do parmos?
Fuck, I didn't think that place was still OPEN
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 19:02, closed)