Nights Out Gone WrongIn 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?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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A dog directly under the window was barking incessantly.WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
Somewhere in the distance, a toilet flushed, and all I could imagine was a mix of urine and faecus slooping down the pipe in a stinking mess, detailed with stained toilet paper.
Dear Christ what the fuck ...
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
Seriously what the fuck ... and ... that's not my ceiling ... this is not my bed ...
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
I rolled over in bed my head spinning my guts wretching fuck fuck fuck it doesn't come much worse than this oh god ...
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
There was a huge amount of hair in front of me. Did I ... ? Did we ... ?
The hair rolled over, to reveal the smiling face of a girl ... from one of my lecture groups? From the media centre? From ... where?
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
"Welcome to Peckham!" she beamed.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 10:54,
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No - it was a deliberate pun to describe the wretchedness I felt, how my guts felt, and the consequence thereof.(
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 13:02,
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Peckham...What a horrible little place.
My ex used to live there, before she very quickly moved in with me to upmarket Staines.
If I never have to go back to Peckham it'll be too soon...
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