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Ah, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.

Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.

(, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Oh dear...
When I was 13 I decided to attend a party at a friends house. I told my mum that we were going up there to play a tourament on the Sega megadrive. I even grabbed a bundle of games to make it look as authentic as possible.

As soon as I arrived a my friends house, lets call his Dez as that's his name, I was handed a glass of clear liquid and some beers. Worried what the liquid was and not really wanting to taste I decided to do the noble thing: down it in one without it touching my lips or taste buds. It turned out it was really strong vodka (about 55% vol I believe) which made me want to be sick. To prevent this I washed it down with a full bottle of red wine and about 6 bottles of beer. All I can remember after that was shouting at my mate Colin to "Get the fuck off my seat you skinny, dying off, excuse for a human". My seat was a weight bench. Thankfully I did not try to press any weights or I would probably not be here right now...
Next I remember puking green slime into a large punch bowl and asking if anyone wanted some.
After this I decided it was time to return home but OH NOES!! my mum might thing I had been drinking as my breath reeked of booze. The solution: run out onto the street and leap onto some lass about 10 years my senior and gracefully steal one of her polo mints. I somehow managed to steal the one she was eating! How I done that I never know.

Cue me staggering down to my house, jober as a sudge and attempting to get my key into the tiny excuse for a keyhole for about 10 minutes before realising the door was open. Stunned mother in shock at the state of me.

Then comes the immortal line: "HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING??"

Response: me falling up my stairs before puking all down my back (No idea..)

My God I have never had a hangover like the one I had the next morning. It lasted for about a week.

I shall never apologise for length or girth. Your mom loves it!!

(, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 12:35, Reply)

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