after a debauched evening
of booze imbibing, techno clubbing and sitting about an afterparty getting increasingly madwaeit, i called a taxi to take me home to my bad before the sun reared his ugly head.

as the taxi sped along the nigh on deserted M8 a car in front swerved off the road and did a brilliant impression of a floor gymnast. at first i just assumed this was the chemicals making me see weird shit, until the taxi driver slammed on the brakes. got out and ran back to the overturned car to help pull the couple out of it.

woke up the next day thinking what a mental dream i'd had, until i realised my arms were covered in glass cuts.
(andy blip glasgow mega snake, Mon 13 May 2013, 23:08, 1 reply)

Yeah
but at least you got a new watch and a nice ladies' leather jacket.
(Rsoles, Tue 14 May 2013, 19:26, closed)