The university gang
We all got together again for the 10 years anniversary of the year we spent together pretending to study while being constantly drunk and under the influence of various exotic medications. So everything was going to be the same again, we'd go out and party all night like monstars, as we always did. So we met in the old town north of france, Lille. We went to that restaurant first. Everyone tried to sit as far as possible from the one he/she cheated or puked on in the days or the one you fancied and who got married with that awful twat, etc...I got caught between 2 couples discussing the benefits of gas heating while the neighbour on my left was trying to redirect the conversation towards the benefits of wooden houses, which he happened to sell for a living. The best company i got all along that meal was the bottle of wine. As we paid the bill i counted a little more than one bottle per head. Then we went to that bar we used to love, and ordered shooters, as you do, did maybe 5 or 6, and we all died.
Before midnight I fell asleep in my seat, and woke up 13 hours later with the worst hangover in the world® and my host's wife in my bed.Not being able to remember anything from the night before I panicked and woke her up to ask 'why the hell did you do this?' She answered that her husband puked in their bed and on her and that she just came here to sleep. I went downstairs to find 5 very sick people around the living room trying to remember what they did after midnight the night before and asking me what i remembered. I said : nothing. They didnt know either. So we played board games for the rest of the week end. I think i'll switch to gas heating soon, or maybe, a wooden house, who knows, i hear it's worth the investment.

EDIT : oh yeah my wife just told me to add that my spunk tastes crap nowadays. That must be a sign. Bugger. *trying to find something witty to say about old casks*
(Bertie, Thu 28 Oct 2004, 21:58, Reply)