OK, here's what happened when I got drunk (which didn't actually happen till last night):
I went a bit mental! Traffic cones ARE a drunken persons best friend! I ran down the road with one on my head shouting 'Look at me! I'm a big, pointy witch!' Alan Partridge.......the man, the legend. But before that, I started showing everyone in the pub my tattoos, which then amazingly turned into me flashing my bra and pants at everyone with the words
'Come on everyone, get your camera phones out and take a picture of my arse and everything will be all right......there will be peace in the world again!'. My friend Hannah, clearly worried at the amount of alcohol I had managed to consume in such a short space of time, tried to give me some water. I rejected this
'Get me some fucking booooooze! You're meant to be my friend, get me some booze or you're fired! Fucking fired! Where's my Dr. Gonzo?!' So, Hannah disappeared. When she reappeared with a glass of clear liquid, she told it was vodka.
'NO..........way, man, I can't drink that now, I'll be sick'
Cue much persuasion from my friends to down said clear liquid. So I did. And it turned out to be water.
'This is water! You heartless wench! THou bitter brazen hussy! How could you be such a..........Monica Lewinsky??!!'
A good night was had by all. And I managed to get home in one piece (apart from throwing myself on the grass and rolling around, pretending I was a spaniel)..........I was a bit embarrassed this morning but.........hey, I'm a student.
Well, that's all I remember at the moment. More news later. But, the rest of my house got drunk too, and we turned up to lectures wearing sunglasses. Micheal had to keep running out to be sick, as did I. We passed it off as food poisoning though, ha ha. Though I am blatently more hardcore than Micheal, as he had to go home but I managed to stay in the lecture till the very end and still do extra curricular work.
Insane? Yeah, I'll tell you how insane I am, I once drove to Dundee and back in my bare feet. And that is fact.
I went a bit mental! Traffic cones ARE a drunken persons best friend! I ran down the road with one on my head shouting 'Look at me! I'm a big, pointy witch!' Alan Partridge.......the man, the legend. But before that, I started showing everyone in the pub my tattoos, which then amazingly turned into me flashing my bra and pants at everyone with the words
'Come on everyone, get your camera phones out and take a picture of my arse and everything will be all right......there will be peace in the world again!'. My friend Hannah, clearly worried at the amount of alcohol I had managed to consume in such a short space of time, tried to give me some water. I rejected this
'Get me some fucking booooooze! You're meant to be my friend, get me some booze or you're fired! Fucking fired! Where's my Dr. Gonzo?!' So, Hannah disappeared. When she reappeared with a glass of clear liquid, she told it was vodka.
'NO..........way, man, I can't drink that now, I'll be sick'
Cue much persuasion from my friends to down said clear liquid. So I did. And it turned out to be water.
'This is water! You heartless wench! THou bitter brazen hussy! How could you be such a..........Monica Lewinsky??!!'
A good night was had by all. And I managed to get home in one piece (apart from throwing myself on the grass and rolling around, pretending I was a spaniel)..........I was a bit embarrassed this morning but.........hey, I'm a student.
Well, that's all I remember at the moment. More news later. But, the rest of my house got drunk too, and we turned up to lectures wearing sunglasses. Micheal had to keep running out to be sick, as did I. We passed it off as food poisoning though, ha ha. Though I am blatently more hardcore than Micheal, as he had to go home but I managed to stay in the lecture till the very end and still do extra curricular work.
Insane? Yeah, I'll tell you how insane I am, I once drove to Dundee and back in my bare feet. And that is fact.
I was obsessed with Beetlegeuse too when I was a little 'un. Along with Drop Dead Fred and The Young Ones. I think that might be where I got my ability to swear like a sailor from... and my ability to be a bit goffic from Lydia in Beetlegeuse.
Awww, you are beautiful too! I
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[Edited on Apr 20, 2005 6:50PM]