Teenage Parties
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)
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, so many of these
However, many of them aren't really very funny so I won't bother you with them here.
Once incident I will impart happened last friday evening. It was a typical one of the parties that happens in our school, i.e. go to one of the rich kids' houses and get sloshed sitting round a campfire in a field somewhere.
Anyway, instead of the usual sex orgies (well, maybe not quite) and other such drunken silliness that occurs at these parties, myself and three friends wandered away from the main group and spent most of the night sitting in a wooden shack next to a stream in a forest, getting steadily more hammered and singing barbershop quartets in the pitch dark. None of us can actually sing, but to our sozzled minds, our artistic endeavours sounded marvellous, even though, sadly, they proabably didn't.
( , Fri 14 Apr 2006, 20:24, Reply)
However, many of them aren't really very funny so I won't bother you with them here.
Once incident I will impart happened last friday evening. It was a typical one of the parties that happens in our school, i.e. go to one of the rich kids' houses and get sloshed sitting round a campfire in a field somewhere.
Anyway, instead of the usual sex orgies (well, maybe not quite) and other such drunken silliness that occurs at these parties, myself and three friends wandered away from the main group and spent most of the night sitting in a wooden shack next to a stream in a forest, getting steadily more hammered and singing barbershop quartets in the pitch dark. None of us can actually sing, but to our sozzled minds, our artistic endeavours sounded marvellous, even though, sadly, they proabably didn't.
( , Fri 14 Apr 2006, 20:24, Reply)
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