My 18th
How could I forget this!

Without boring you all with the details, my 18th was the fairly standard array of overdrinking down our local, the Nags in Monmouth. The thing that set my 18th apart was my dirty pint...not what was in it (the usual 20 quids worth of shots topped up with my mates beer and then a shot of Baileys poured through it to curdle very nicely) but the drinking. Yes I downed it in true manly style. But that wasn't enough for the onlookers. No. I had to eat the curdled bits. Which I duly did (seemed like a good idea at the time)

I cannot remember after this point. Apparently in the night I threw up...all over myself. Now I was at a boarding school at this time (let the jokes start) so it wasn't my bed. In the morning I had to shower, taking in all the sheets and bedding with me. A couple of my mates helped me sneak the mattress out: you see my epic chunder had soaked through the entire thing. We had to skip it in the end and pinch a fresh one from the basement to hide my shame.
(satanstolemyteddybear Mu hõljuk on angerjaid täis, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 13:44, 2 replies)

The trick, I find,
Is to down it the instant the baileys hits. If you're fast you can get it before it curdles much.
( MatJ LOOK, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 16:51, closed)

True...
But back when I was a noob to drinking dirty pints this hadn't occured to me. School boy error and all that!
(satanstolemyteddybear Mu hõljuk on angerjaid täis, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 9:17, closed)