Sunday 4 January 2009

Hmmm.

The last 3 weeks have been pretty much a blur as for some unbeknown reason everyday seemed like a good day to hit up the pub and go out and party. Whilst i remember little of christmas and new years eve/day i do remember most of the places, people and things we did. I thought id some it up in a weird sentency paragraph thing as writing about each time individually would take an age. This probably won't make any sense but ill give it a go anyway.

The registry - daily local watering hole. Beer and burger. Stella. Cunt. New Years in Guildford. Charlie mateee. Fuck off is the new goodbye. 3 weeks til' your dead mate. Abercrombie and Fitch. Roll me a fag. Drive us here. Are you lot 15? Dickie getting beaten up. Give me a Strongbow or ill pull a knife on you. Do you want some crack? Bumbank. Bridge jump. Wetherspoons at 11 for a Stella on New Years day. Jerri punching Max. Ive got the shakes because i havn't had a drink in 6 hours. Nocturnal. Quail egg pizza and dodo egg ommlette. Im skint. Look at the city its so beautiful. Potato chopping window. Our familes hate us. Ive just coughed up my lung. Max living out the boot of his car for a week. Same clothes. THAT night in the car. Thats it your leaving being heard from most pubs and clubs. When you were in year 7 i was in my first year of college. Fast car. Tramp. Treadmill fun. Got any underwear i can borrow? I havn't brusheed my teeth in 4 days. The Fleet. Max dropping his pint in Walkabout over everyone and everything. Bette Davis Eyes. Do you want a fight? Bringing arms. Floors and sofas. How old are you? Dead battery. Can i use your phone? Massive baked bean. Wheres the girls? High vis jacket - fuck off . Big Dick beating a man down with a dumbell. Tagletelli shoes. 150miles in 2 days. Beans in a bowl with a roll. 10p of petrol = 100miles. Thats bang. Basement party. Jagerbomb. Police saying fuck off you losers. Cityscape pictures. Mortal Kombat. Sticking curry in a girl. This car smells/looks like shit. I don't even know when im drunk or sober anymore. Back to normality.

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