My cousin
My Cous is Armenian. He'd never been there. We went. They drink vodka there. A lot. After everything. "Hey! Nicolas just picked up his fork! Yay! Vodka". Nicolas, being 17, and raised in Britain is what we call a stupid teenager. In a nice way. In the way that all teenagers make stupid decisions. Like deciding he could drink. After all, he was raised on the mean streets of Stockport, where it was a badge of honour to drink 8 cans of stella without falling down. No match whatsoever for the Armenians.

After many, many shots of vodka at the dinner table, a good 3 hours worth where every single action/event/word was pre and suppended with a shot, Nicolas remarked that he felt surprisingly well. Then he stood up.

The next minute was rather entertaining. He burped, and then his eyes did something funny. He then started crying. In fact, sobbing like a small baby. After a minute of a rather heartwrenching performance including a couple of "please god make room and head stop moving oh god it hurts so mad" he just fell backwards, frozen, glass in hand, through the glass coffee table behind him. Where we left him for 18 hours, fast asleep. (after we checked for life threatening wounds of course).

He no longer boasts of his drinking prowess.

Sidenote: Isnt everyone an alcy now? Its really bad. You should all stop. Its not good for you. I'm going to. Honest.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Tue 2 Jan 2007, 11:52, Reply)