easily the worst was when my friend brought back some 90% proof gin from manila
i remember drinking it from a mug in the kitchen at 6pm, and not a lot else. amongst other highlights, apparently i:

- nearly tipped my friend over waterloo bridge, trying to prove i could pick her up
- yakked up about 17 times, but remembered to put toilet roll under my knees to save my 90's white jeans
- left my friend who was staying with me in the club and went home without her
- tried to get my then bloke to take out my contact lenses and earrings
- remembered my friend and went to get her, passed out in the hallway with my pants on display, was found by our strict muslim flatmate who didn't drink
- tried again, walked halfway across waterloo bridge in my nightie

- threw up and retched nonstop for the next 48 hours. i was just getting better when some cunt waved a gin bottle under my nose and i threw up mushroom soup all over his feet. the smell of gin still makes me vom.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 15 Sep 2014, 15:21, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

NOM GIN

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Mon 15 Sep 2014, 15:23, Reply)