Near Death Experiences
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
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Near Death Experiences?
When I was 18 I got chucked by my first *serious* girlfriend and decided to have a little drink down my local to commiserate.
16 hours later I had consumed the following
1 70cl bottle of Absinthe
1 70cl bottle of Aftershock
Nearly 1 litre Jack Daniels
5 Mint Aeros
8 pints of Lager
An airline sized bottle of Baileys
I'd also eaten four packets of Scampi Fries
I have no memory of what transpired. There is some dodgy footage of me tearfully singing 'Wild Horses' by the Rolling Stones in somebody's front room, before puking voluminous brown and green bile into a kitchen sink, and apparently in the early hours of the morning I woke my mate Blair up from his bed on the couch to tell him to cut off my head as the pain in it was too severe, and put a stake through my heart just to make sure. My blood must have been thoroughly toxic and as thick as porridge. I consider it a miracle that I didn't have to have a stomach pump.
A night to be ashamed of? Sure thing, buddy. I also broke Neil's mum's clock. Sorry Neil.
As usual I face death and triumph! Death is a Julian Joy-Boy.
( , Fri 26 Nov 2004, 0:43, Reply)
When I was 18 I got chucked by my first *serious* girlfriend and decided to have a little drink down my local to commiserate.
16 hours later I had consumed the following
1 70cl bottle of Absinthe
1 70cl bottle of Aftershock
Nearly 1 litre Jack Daniels
5 Mint Aeros
8 pints of Lager
An airline sized bottle of Baileys
I'd also eaten four packets of Scampi Fries
I have no memory of what transpired. There is some dodgy footage of me tearfully singing 'Wild Horses' by the Rolling Stones in somebody's front room, before puking voluminous brown and green bile into a kitchen sink, and apparently in the early hours of the morning I woke my mate Blair up from his bed on the couch to tell him to cut off my head as the pain in it was too severe, and put a stake through my heart just to make sure. My blood must have been thoroughly toxic and as thick as porridge. I consider it a miracle that I didn't have to have a stomach pump.
A night to be ashamed of? Sure thing, buddy. I also broke Neil's mum's clock. Sorry Neil.
As usual I face death and triumph! Death is a Julian Joy-Boy.
( , Fri 26 Nov 2004, 0:43, Reply)
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