The Pub (Lads' Club)

The other weekend, me and some friends went out to town to celebrate my mates birthday. Anyway, another friend suggested that we should have pre-drinks in his Uni-tutorial room because he gets 24 hour access to it and it is located on the same street as all the major pubs and clubs.

Long story short, the place got pretty thrashed. We spilt tequila and other things all over the tables. Someone spilt a full can of Johnny Walker and Coke on the floor and a few people were dancing on the tables an shit. I occupied myself by pouring salt on people from the balcony, it made me feel big. :wacky:

After a couple of hours security rocked up, but surprisingly there were no penalties. We ended up cleaning the place up the following day and amazingly we were able to get rid of the smell of alcohol.
 
I drank a police man under the table on saturday night, I made him show me his warrant card coz I didnt beleive him at first xD

And apparently I kept falling up the stairs on my way back to our room THREE FUCKING FLIGHTS

The hangover as DIRE the next day -_-
 
Hahaha good luck with that

I can usually refrain til weekend xD
 
Gabranth said:
I never actually get one.....even downing 4 litres of Cider didn't do anything. Neither does Red Wine.
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I used to be the same back when I was a teen. As I'm getting older the hangovers are getting worse, I really don't fucking understand that at all :\

Anyways I get drunk. Very drunk. Because I don't get to go out so much anymore you can count that when I do things get pretty fucking messy. I'll session on strong ale as early as possible then move to shots late evening. Very often I don't know whats in the shots, I'll just down it anyways. Towards closing its all about the mixed shots of various evils and spliffs. After closing of pub I usually move onto one of the late-night places till early hours of the morning sessioning on whatevers avalible. This is when Doorstaff tend to start following me because they know that at some point or another, if things arn't all good, half digested hell will emerge with raging vengance. I also seem to become outragously blunt when I'm drunk so if I'm not 'cleaning the system' for futher drinkage then I'm probably somewhere insulting some poor lass. When I stumble out, it's home for another few cans if I'm up for it before passing out in places that include bedroom floor, bathroom, stairs, hedge, shed or even the fucking cubard! It's also been known for me to actually go for random walks around my hometown if I don't feel like going home at that time. This usully ends up with me waking up in some random garden in a place of town I rarely go too.
 
It's ok guys. I'm still alive!

Too many drinking stories in the past few weeks to write here! One of the best nights was when USS Essex was in port.

The american marines are all awesome blokes! Had a ball with them!
 
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