19th bus barf.
I think the real shame from this sad tale is the fact I'm sure people still recognise me from it.

About 2 months ago, it was my 19th bday and being a student, it was celebrated with drink. Lots of drink.

It started slowly enough, 10 shots of side kick before I left the flat, then more at the on site bar before getting the bus to Visage, a rather nice club with cheap drinks. There lies the problem. People were getting me drinks, and I would also buy my self one and pour both of them into my mough at the same time. Getting me totaly monged.

I almost got into a fight with some guy that was hostibng the wet t shirt contest because I got on the stage after it was finnished and danced. A few more drinks later i got to the stage were i could no longer seem to move my legs, so we decide to get the 2am bus home. My flat mate carefully hides me in the seat behind the stairs and asks if Im going to puke. I assured him I wasn't and I kept my word. For 30 seconds. I puked up such a storm that the rugby team were cheering and many people around me were laughing. The laws of physics soon changed there laughs to screams as the bus went up hill sending a tsunami of VK cherry, sidekick and 99p pizza right down the bus.

I still hear the screams at night.

*POP*
(Mong goose, Mon 28 Nov 2005, 20:27, Reply)