Back in the day....
When your young you rarely think about what you actualy doing an how its going to affect people. When your drunk you rarely consider other people except the slightly large lady over in the corner that you think is giving you the eye.

Now back in the good old days when I was just a stupid 18 year old, all day drinking sessions were a regular think for me. A sat afternoon consisted of going the pub, watching the footy and drinking myself stupid. This was to me a good idea, however my parents diddnt quite see the genius of it. One particular evening I stumbled home rat-arsed ready for my tea. I crashed through the door and meandered into the back room hoping to be comfronted by my loving family and a giant pizza only to find that my fat bastard Dad had eaten it all. This made me mad. I decided that I was gonner go the chippy for my tea, diddnt tell em which one though. The next day when I still had not returned home the olds started to get worried so imagin there relife when a still drunk me crashes through the door agian. Insted of going the chippy round the corner I decied that a chippy I knew in Manchester was a better bet, over 40 miles away. I spent the rest of the evening getting even more drunk on my own, huling abuse at my none present parents and generaly being a tit. God knows where I slept that night, that part of my memory has been erased due to alcohol abuse. Still run away to that chippy now when I get pissed off at home. Ah the memorys...................
(lordfish ,Master of the Mushroom People, Sun 13 Aug 2006, 9:18, Reply)