Well,
16 years of age + Fosters and vodka lemonade + unexpected can of Woodpecker =
Taxi - My insides + Thick as fuck taxi driver who can't hear a wrecked teenager obviosly saying to his friend that he has just threw up all over himself and there's a pile of vomit in the middle of the back seat of his taxi +
Exit out of taxi + going for a shit + sleep = Waking up in bed with sleeping gear on and not knowing how he got to bed or who wiped his arse.
(deanrobson, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 2:07, 2 replies)

At 16?
Prolly your long-suffering mum.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 2:44, closed)

Is that a proper equation?
I think I'd like to see your working out, young man.

Oh, and sleeping gear? What's that? Thundercat PJs and some huggies?! Lolz.
(The Boy Monders I have ginger bits in my beard., Fri 8 Jan 2010, 9:31, closed)