Hangover revenge .
After an extremely heavy night in our Uni bar I retired back to my girlfriends flat and proceeded to pass staight out on her bed. This being any normal weekday I awoke to the cramped conditions of her single bed and room stinking of fags, booze and me.
The usual pillow talk commenced...

Me:arghhhh I'm soooo hungover, can't see straight, sooooo thirsty...get me some juice or water
Her: No way, I already got up in the night to get some...its your turn
Me: Oh go on,please,I drank so much more than you, I Promise to go next time..etc etc...love you(the oldies are the best)
Her: Fine but your getting up next...

SWEET...space to stretch out in bed, with the promise of refreshing liquid to wet the fag induced desert in my mouth...and if I'd played it well enough, she almost always made toast...back to sleep again for the time being.

5 MINS LATER she comes back through the door and I half open my bleary eyes...

Her: We only had apple juice left, but I also made toast.

(Mental high-five to me) No time for pleasantries, I grab the glass and swallow the contents whole...but, oh god, its not apple juice. Its fucking Olive Oil!!

Queue retching and trying to puke back up the horrible grease lining my throat, why simultaneously feeling my head spin from drunken dizziness.

Her ( lying prostrate in doorway crying her eyes with laughter):APRIL FOOLS!

What a bitch..full credit where its due though.




She also put eggs in my shoes on dissertation deadline day, I'm not sure what the reason was there?!?
(seamstress_to_the_band first time writer, long time lurker, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 22:12, 1 reply)

yes that is
Excellent.
(Pat_Gash, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 13:01, closed)