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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I cannot speak your crazy moon language.When I was sweet sixteen, I had a friend who was a great deal more advanced than me. I went to visit her once upon a time and she dragged me to one of her parties. Upon arrival, she immediately whipped off her shirt and informed me that she was off to have a bath with the heavily tattooed young man who met us at the door. Off she went, and left wee virginal me standing at the door confronted with all these drunk teenagers in their underpants.
I was a bit of a party pooper at the time, so my first thought was that I must remain sober, as the friend would likely be unable to drive us home, and I was NOT SLEEPING THERE.
So I went outside and stared at the moon, and whenever one of her friends approached me I made up some hippie new age crap about trying to commune with the Moon Lady.
A week later the tattooed gentleman went swimming in a flooded gravel pit, got sucked under, and drowned, leaving my friend heavy with his firstborn.
It was very Jerry Springer.
(, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 14:36, Reply)
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