Me and two mates stayed in San Antonio bay a few years back
The first night we were there one of the lads got absolutely shitfaced before the sun had a chance to set, and he managed to do a runner.

After a good hour of searching for the pissed cunt, I found him stumbling about in the hotel shouting "I'M LOOKING FOR JECCY!"

The next morning he remembered a few more details of the night, one of which was turning up has the hotel he was staying (called the Hotel Palmera) and ordering a taxi in reception. When it turned up, he jumped in and asked the driver to take him somewhere.
"Otel Palmera please driver."
The driver double-takes, then points out the window while saying "Keh?"
"Otel Palmera boss."
"Keh?" while still pointing outside.
"Oh cheers boss..." and with that he stumbles back into the hotel he just walked out of.

While he was still hammered I towel-whipped him across the arse while such anger that the sound echoed throughout the hotel, and the next morning it still stung him through his hangover. We told him that we'd rescued him from an arse-rape outside the hotel by a gang of elderly spanish women.


Oh, and with regards to your post the West End is literally cheap as fuck.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 14 May 2010, 17:38, 1 reply)

I do that almost every day on the way to work, not even booze related:

Me: "Can I a single to Market Harborough please"
Train man: "... You're IN Market Harborough"
Me: "... fucksocks, I didn't mean that..."
( the pink chicken sniffer sniffs pink chickens., Sat 15 May 2010, 12:45, closed)