
In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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I remember their "50p a shot of tequila" night...what a load of drunken ole fucking carnage that was.
Getting from the Z to two miles down Banbury is pretty good going. I once walked home from the house of a vague acquaintance where a party had finished and we'd taken a taxi there, which meant I had no clue how to get back, plus he lived somewhere freaking miles away like Kidlington.
( , Fri 25 Mar 2011, 16:59, 1 reply)

but not when pissed off my face.
re OP - couple of miles down the banbury road is really impressive!
( , Sat 26 Mar 2011, 16:50, closed)
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