At a mates Stag do
We got so wasted that we had a chilli eating contest when we got back to the digs (a mates house) These were those mean little birdseye ones. They were so hot, we were zoning out as our bodies tried to process them. Literally getting a huge buzz off them and losing it for a few minutes. This was all good and fun.

Until the following morning.

There were people fighting over the (single) toilet for hours. We all had trains to catch but were scared to go too far from a place of safety. All in all, the toilet got a good 4 hours of abuse, and my clear memory of that weekend is water and plaster dropping from the ceiling from a broken toilet and flooded bathroom and the "I'm so fucked" look on the hosts face.

Good times.
(Rimfeast, Tue 1 Apr 2008, 10:19, Reply)