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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Well, not so much what I drunk or smoked(Baker's dozen of shots, a dirty pint, two Worthingtons, three spliffs and I don't know how many bongs) it's how I woke up. It was my leaving do at uni, and of course I went out in style. Well, relative style. I had woken up bald, covered in writing, and clutching a big iron spike. And my door was bashed in. As it turned out, they wanted to sign a leaving book for me. In the absence of this, they used me and took photos. And shaved me for good measure. I looked like a graffitied cancer patient.
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jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 16 Apr 2006, 1:00,
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