You limp fucking quim. I have 10am lectures every day and 9am supervisions sometimes.
Wednesday 23rd February 2005 at 4:28:10 PM
#8 posted by Rich (rich dot gough at gmail dot com).
Yes I am, you were obviously drunk on sperm and possibly vaginal fluid.
"I'm so battered right now, seriously. Fuck."
I think that really you meant to write:
"I'm so battered right now, serious fucking".
Wednesday 23rd February 2005 at 6:03:09 PM
#9 posted by David (david dot s dot harrison at gmail dot com).
Well, as you may have been able to tell, last night certainly was ... an experience.
Apparently I fell asleep at my PC and left my music on, soon after a helpful corridor gremlin by the name of "Chris" came into my room and proceeded to say goodbye to Ben on MSN:
[04:14:50] Ben: Hello.
[04:15:35] Ben: Hi. *waves*
[04:15:39] Ben: Greetings. *pokes*
[04:15:50] Ben: YOU!! PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE! *rapes*
[04:15:52] Ben:
[04:56:32] [FF]lavalamp: hwa aslwwp
[04:56:37] [FF]lavalamp: qill gwt back to u lol
Let's ignore Ben's disturbed mind for now and concentrate on what Chris said, "he was asleep" and, "will get back to you lol"
Judging from the way Chris wrote he was obviously VERY VERY VERY battered aswell and I was so battered that I needed a very very very battered person to wake me up so that I could crawl into bed and collapse.
Apparently after 5 mins of arguing I stood up and pretty much instantaneously collapsed onto my monitor.
After getting some sleep I woke up just in time to say "shit it's 11AM and I have a lecture starting now." I made it to the 50min lecture 30mins late. Yippee for me, lecturer was not pleased. Oh dear.
A few weeks ago we had a party at college which I was stewarding at. Stewards got free aftershock all night. Naturally I got completely fucked. All I remember was having a quick vomit before bed, then waking up at 8am to read in chapel before nearly blacking out when the wine came round.
I fail to see how any of this could be satisfying...
Wednesday 23rd February 2005 at 9:49:27 PM
#12 posted by David (david dot s dot harrison at gmail dot com).
Well, you see Dan, I didn't go out to drink, I went out to have fun. And fun was had, in the form of drinking games.
I'm not going to explain the rules but basically it involves counting to 21, which gets a lot harder the longer you play. Oh, and whenever someone finally gets to 21 they create a new rule that everyone has to keep to.
Erm... right... well... er... yeah. *more indecisive muttering*
been sick twice already messed oth toilets up
hahaha fuckers
I hink I';m in trouble here
Gah, drunkenness is for the emotionally weak. As far as I can see, alcohol does not serve any beneficial purpose.
Sprite is my poison of choice.
BTW... alcohol is a depressant, so yeah, it's a shitty escapism. At least pot puts you in a good mood. Not that I'm defending it, but...
"...like hot sick"
Well i bet you remember now (or possibly not, large quantites of Super Tenants can do that to you) why you don't drink.
"large quantites of Super Tenants can do that to you"
Are you implying that I rented out my room to some people and then drank them?
You limp fucking quim. I have 10am lectures every day and 9am supervisions sometimes.
Yes I am, you were obviously drunk on sperm and possibly vaginal fluid.
"I'm so battered right now, seriously. Fuck."
I think that really you meant to write:
"I'm so battered right now, serious fucking".
Well, as you may have been able to tell, last night certainly was ... an experience.
Apparently I fell asleep at my PC and left my music on, soon after a helpful corridor gremlin by the name of "Chris" came into my room and proceeded to say goodbye to Ben on MSN:
[04:14:50] Ben: Hello.
[04:15:35] Ben: Hi. *waves*
[04:15:39] Ben: Greetings. *pokes*
[04:15:50] Ben: YOU!! PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE! *rapes*
[04:15:52] Ben:
[04:56:32] [FF]lavalamp: hwa aslwwp
[04:56:37] [FF]lavalamp: qill gwt back to u lol
Let's ignore Ben's disturbed mind for now and concentrate on what Chris said, "he was asleep" and, "will get back to you lol"
Judging from the way Chris wrote he was obviously VERY VERY VERY battered aswell and I was so battered that I needed a very very very battered person to wake me up so that I could crawl into bed and collapse.
Apparently after 5 mins of arguing I stood up and pretty much instantaneously collapsed onto my monitor.
After getting some sleep I woke up just in time to say "shit it's 11AM and I have a lecture starting now." I made it to the 50min lecture 30mins late. Yippee for me, lecturer was not pleased. Oh dear.
A few weeks ago we had a party at college which I was stewarding at. Stewards got free aftershock all night. Naturally I got completely fucked. All I remember was having a quick vomit before bed, then waking up at 8am to read in chapel before nearly blacking out when the wine came round.
I fail to see how any of this could be satisfying...
Well, you see Dan, I didn't go out to drink, I went out to have fun. And fun was had, in the form of drinking games.
I'm not going to explain the rules but basically it involves counting to 21, which gets a lot harder the longer you play. Oh, and whenever someone finally gets to 21 they create a new rule that everyone has to keep to.
Fun fun fun.
Edit: lol @ phil CHAPEL BOY!!!
Lol. I can see it now: "Chapel Boy rapes death metal band on spree of freakish fandom." BTW, my mind was not disturbed, it was bored.