Uni.
A few of us decided a couple of beers were in order. Ended up with a crate of Stella each, sitting in the kitchen with a few guitars and pots and pans as an impromptu drumkit.
The drinking wasn't ludicrously heavy, enough to warrant a kebab, but not enough erase any memories - unfortunately.

Just about to call it a night, the last swig of beer hits the back of my throat. Closely followed by the crunchy end of my last smoked cigarette. Not even the comfy squishy cuddly cotton wooly filter. The cherry; the last bit of tobacco that was on fire until extinguished by the Stella.

I spent the next day dry-heaving into my bin, with no water and only a 6 pack of mini cheddars for sustenance.
(TheColonel, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:57, Reply)