It was a mate's 21st birthday, and he was having a party at his house.
My team arrived at about 10pm, by which time proceedings were well under way - a packed house, booming tunes, flashing lights, etc.

In we go with our beer, and bump into said mate.

"Joe!" say I, "Happy birthday! How the devil are you?"

"Yeah man, I'm good" he replies, "Really good actually because I went to my dealer today to get some speed for tonight and we got chatting and I told him it was my birthday so as a present he let me have the gramme I was buying for free and then he sold me another gramme which was really nice of him so I did them both right but I haven't come up yet but it's a really good party and I'm just going to get a beer do you want a beer come on lets go and have a beer, right, and ... "

"OK ... " I said, moving away slowly but surely and allowing other people to get in the way.

I proceed to have a jolly good fun time at the party, and a few hours later bump into Joe again. "Hey man" I say - how's tricks?

"Yeah man, I'm good" he replies, "Really good actually because I went to my dealer today to get some speed for tonight and we got chatting and I told him it was my birthday so as a present he let me have the gramme I was buying for free and then he sold me another gramme which was really nice of him so I did them both right but I haven't come up yet but it's a really good party and I'm just going to get a beer do you want a beer come on lets go and have a beer, right, and ... "
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)