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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Whole bottles of spirits...
I never seem to get angry when drunk, and god knows why considering how much I was able to drink when I was between the ages of 18 and 20. One New Years eve I managed to polish off a bottle of Laphroaig (V.expensive whisky to those not in the know) and 14 bottles of Kronenbourg in one sitting. Suprised I'm not dead really. Another incident involved a bottle of raspberry Stoliychnaya, several bottles of real ale and a spliff. I threw up in my mates field, passed out and came to lying a few meters away from someone else who had done the same.
I also ate about 15 pieces of hash fudge once, and laughed till I peed.
Injuries are commonplace. I have knocked myself out falling down a set of steps, by running full pelt into the side of a shed, and I have fractured my ankle playing rounders at night completely hammered.
Apologies for length, Girth etc. No spectacular one off tales, just a catalogue of different events where I acted like a plank.
( , Wed 19 Apr 2006, 20:24, Reply)
I never seem to get angry when drunk, and god knows why considering how much I was able to drink when I was between the ages of 18 and 20. One New Years eve I managed to polish off a bottle of Laphroaig (V.expensive whisky to those not in the know) and 14 bottles of Kronenbourg in one sitting. Suprised I'm not dead really. Another incident involved a bottle of raspberry Stoliychnaya, several bottles of real ale and a spliff. I threw up in my mates field, passed out and came to lying a few meters away from someone else who had done the same.
I also ate about 15 pieces of hash fudge once, and laughed till I peed.
Injuries are commonplace. I have knocked myself out falling down a set of steps, by running full pelt into the side of a shed, and I have fractured my ankle playing rounders at night completely hammered.
Apologies for length, Girth etc. No spectacular one off tales, just a catalogue of different events where I acted like a plank.
( , Wed 19 Apr 2006, 20:24, Reply)
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