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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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At the bus stop, just before heading out on the town, my friends refused to sit near me, as I stank of the stuff. I jumped off the bus to find an alley for a quick pee, losing my friends and ending up in the student union bar, I found my friends after a very quick Newcastle brown ale and a shot, clutching another brown ale and shot, after that I don't remember anything.
I apparently bounced on the bouncy castle, had a few more drinks and headed home, I bumped into a friend on the way home and didn't throw up.
This was a quality night due to the fun I must have had.
( , Fri 25 Mar 2011, 22:14, 1 reply)
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A full bottle of southern comfort over the course of a day followed by a trip to a bar is, as it turns out, a great idea. Annoying your flat mate by drunkenly cock blocking him and his new lady friend does not make you popular.
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 8:15, closed)
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