hms vodka
as some of you may be aware, i have a friend who i like to get drunk and play silly buggers with. a couple of months ago, we had the opportunity to do just that.
arriving at her house in the early evening, i found her and her sister already well into their second bottle of wine. all seven of their children had been palmed off on in-laws for the weekend, so there was some serious hair-letting-down to be done. realising i had a bit of catching up to do, i poured myself a vodka and we got down to the business of slagging off our boyfriends.
now, in the kitchen was a small plastic bath, the sort used for bathing babies. as i was pouring myself a drink, i thought it looked a bit like a boat. as the evening wore on and i became more and more pissed, the more i thought it'd make a great little boat.
this is why, at about 11.30, my friend heard me yell "debbie! where's the mop? i need it to row the boat!"
debbie and her sister, desperate to see what the fuck i was up to, came into the kitchen to find me sitting in the baby bath in my nightie, attempting to row it across the kitchen floor with a long-handled spatula.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 13:44, 2 replies)

I hope
You were wearing the drinking hat?
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 18:12, closed)

sadly not
i was between hats at that time :(
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 13:42, closed)