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bunnies, i have a confession to make: last night i got drunk. well, ok, i didn't get drunk, i got tanked. like fully, honestly, tanked. in fact, i think i am still a bit drunk. so for all i know, this might be a drunken blog entry.
it was miss denmark's bday last night. quater of a century she was. and drunk she got. we did the usual drinkies and pool routine. i sucked balls so i decided to give the balls a miss and concentrate on the essential: drinking. oh and i did.
we did a pub crawl from the marly to kelly's and finished it off at zanzibar. heh. fucken zanzibar. as we walked in (me, sunshine, matty, timmy and denmark, so i was several years older than the others) and the fucken bouncer picks me up from the crowd to ask for my id. of course i didn't have mine with me. so there i go, running back home to get my fucken passport to get into a pub. bloody fucken hell.
fair enuff if i was closer to the age limit, but i've been able to piss up legally for nearly 10 yrs! grh.
it was miss denmark's bday last night. quater of a century she was. and drunk she got. we did the usual drinkies and pool routine. i sucked balls so i decided to give the balls a miss and concentrate on the essential: drinking. oh and i did.
we did a pub crawl from the marly to kelly's and finished it off at zanzibar. heh. fucken zanzibar. as we walked in (me, sunshine, matty, timmy and denmark, so i was several years older than the others) and the fucken bouncer picks me up from the crowd to ask for my id. of course i didn't have mine with me. so there i go, running back home to get my fucken passport to get into a pub. bloody fucken hell.
fair enuff if i was closer to the age limit, but i've been able to piss up legally for nearly 10 yrs! grh.
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