unless that's half 8 in the morning then you're old.

( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Tue 23 Jun 2009, 9:47, archived)

I got there at ten past eight
She got me on the wine, which I don't drink any more.

Then came two 50ml shots of apple sours, then two 50ml sambucas, then a jaegerbomb, then trwo hours later, profuse vomiting in a club toilet.

I'm just so CLASSY.
( The Baroness The Harlot Pimpernel, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 9:55, archived)

Lightweight.

( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Tue 23 Jun 2009, 9:56, archived)

I hadn't drunk anything since May 8th
So yes.
( The Baroness The Harlot Pimpernel, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 9:57, archived)

I'm coming to your gaff with some bacardi breezers and my birthday suit.

( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Tue 23 Jun 2009, 9:58, archived)

I'll remember to lock the door

( The Baroness The Harlot Pimpernel, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 10:01, archived)

ock et you through
( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Tue 23 Jun 2009, 10:02, archived)

door

Oi, I'm sure you used to be my friend on facebook.

WUT HAPPUNED :(?
( The Baroness The Harlot Pimpernel, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 10:02, archived)