Teenage PartiesAh, 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.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Oh God, noI went to my mate Steve's 17th party with the intention of getting to know the lovely Julia rather better, as there were hints that I might, in fact, get to see the contents of her incredibly tight, white t-shirt.
Problem: as nervous as hell. So, just a swig on this vodka to steady my nerves, mate.
And just a swig on this scrumpy to steady my nerves.
And jussssht a shwig on thish vodka to shteady me nervess, matey-mate-mate. And so on. For two hours.
When I had finally plucked up enough courage to speak to the object of my lust, the conversation went something like this:
"Awight Jules YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARCHHHHH!"
Right down her front. I was hounded out of the party, still leaking booze, while the gallant Steve took a sobbing Julia upstairs, cleaned her up, and joined her in the shower. The bastard.
I eventually made it home, and puked all over my parents' incredibly posh dinner party which they had laid on for neighbours and work colleagues.
"Oh, Scary - you're home early!"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARCHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Two for the price of one. Woe.
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