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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HAH! I'm going to one tonight but...The first time I got absolutely shitfaced was when I was an exchange student in Germany at the age of 15. Early on I proceeded to get rather mellow on a 7€ bottle of "Wodka".
This was apparently not enough for the likes of all the boys there who had noted that the front of my dress slipped lower and lower. They all gathered around me and continued to fill my glass with alcohol. Everytime I would drunkenly hollor "Nein! Nicht mehr!" I was told I was "langweilig" (boring) so I would giggle and empty the glass, unbeknown to the stares directed at my ever increasingly visible cleavage. A friend and brother figure of mine walked in as was appalled at the scene before him. He propped me up, pulled up the front of my dress and shooed away the boys.
During the night I broke a chair, had a heart to heart in a language somewhere between english and german with a thouroughly intoxicated german girl, and clung to some guy that was the spitting image of Sam Wise Gamgee in Lord of the Rings (I kid you not!).
Some try hard Nazis came by intending to beat said hobbit up so I clamboured behind the bar shaking my little doc martin bootst whilst hiding from them. Turns out they were pussies and left after what appeared to be a rather placid chat.
The rest of the night is a bit of a blur but I earned myself a magnificent black eye by body slamming a friend while pretending to be a pokémon.
(, Sun 16 Apr 2006, 1:48, Reply)
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