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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Joint effortIt was my mate’s joint eighteenth with his twin sister. She was horribly prim and proper. He had hair down to his ankles and a penchant for hallucinogens. So we decided that rather than be caught smoking dope, we’d bake a cake. We all chipped in half a sixteenth of finest morrocan, all in all half an ounce between eight of us. This might not sound much. Believe me. By the time we were fifty metres from the pub where assorted family members etc were gathered we might as well have been tripping. It was like that Soft Mints ad where everything is moving reallllly slowly. We gingerly made our way in and most of us slumped against the tables with ex-school mates looking on and asking when we’d made the leap to smack. I spent half an hour in the bog trying to sober up.
Another time, the same bloke had a party and after buying a sixteenth of an ounce of tarragon and having my photograph taken in bed with some bird not my at the time partner I was beaten up by a girl.
(, Tue 18 Apr 2006, 16:32, Reply)
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