sure he has too, J may cover as a barfing dork but Ox is totally unique, i don't think we'd ever get someone to act as drunk as ox, so we'll have to get ox drunk and the put him on the set with assorted sharp objects and lots of porn....or something like that

You all are making my prom look damn good... we started out with dinner at a very nice place, then went downtown where the prom was held, as another nice place (one guy came in a helicopter) -- unfortunately we came late and stood in line for pictures most of the prom. Had about fifteen minutes of dancing. Let got a hotel room, got drunk, had fun with friends, friends left and went to sleep. Hung over big time the next morning, but who wasn't.

probably Satis in a UH60 when he was still in the army.

nope, sorry didn't really date Mr. Satis in high school. I was to umm young or something.... actually I'll blame it on his sister... she didn't want us dating. Huhahaha... Plus, who wants to date a guy living across the world from you ... when all you do is worring about if their gonna get shot or some shit ya know... fuck that. It was bad enough just being umm extremely attracted to the sexy bastard. He looks damn good in yummy uniforms. And the whole trained to kill thing is a total turn on!

I'm a sexy bitch.

sssssh shiny. i think pig is getting jealous/turned on at your description of satis.

which reminds me - was my birthday the other day...omg...mr mole in black shirt and sunglasses...hell you guys have never seen anything better! unless he'd gelled his hair as well...excuse me...*drools on keyboard*

I can't help it. Thinking of Satis in uniform gives me a funny feeling in my stomache (or maybe my spleen).

When I thinking of sexy I think of myself...then I get a funning feeling in my scrotum.

No wait, thats me touching myself. Nevermind.

Whenever Pig thinks of me as sexy, I get a funny feeling in my rectum.

Idd, there's a lot of ditches over here. And about the bike, there are prolly hundreds of stories that start with "so, i was riding my bike and i was really wasted..." insert stupidity after that. Like my bottle of stolen wine crashing to the street during some summer. Man, i gotta learn to drive. Or party less and become a bit more mature . They'll prolly come at the same time, i suppose. Not that anyone gives a flying fuck, but lately i've been feeling less and less of a need to go out and get wasted. Getting old; i suppose.





lol In fact, i'm not much of a obvious super-drunk biatch when i'm wasted. You know, the kind that has trouble keeping on their feet when they're pissed. Most of the whacked situations happen after the actual parties/gatherings, for some reason. So you'd need to make a pretty weird movie. Apart from obvious balance disorders (hence ditches) and motorics there's seldom a problem. Don't get particularly aggressive, horny, sad, and what have you, nor do i forget what happened the night before. (it happens, of course, but is rare)

Besides, i'm pretty sure there are other ppl on here that have way more outrageous stories but have to consider uhm, legal matters.

Got harassed by a few skinheads last night btw, that sucked. Low-life morons..the kind that someone mildly intelligent could turn into their puppets. The kind that went to "special" schools but just isn't special enough to get treated in a specialized home. Anyway, i didn't get hurt or anything, so three cheers for me! wiieeee

Yeah skinheads suck. I wouldn't want to meet anyone of them tonight, anyway. On normal nights ok, but tonight...

skin head eh? sure it was bj on holiday? pretty mean bastard that one, i can tell you. it's coz he's in denial over his age

well lol ox. strangely enough my drunken pursuits were all amazingly boring...til i met mole...only been out on the town with him three times, and two of those times i ended up being sick from drinking too much! the last time i only drank one bottle, neither of us was in the mood. so you see, it's you guys that are bad influences! damn you all!

oh man, you guys suck

last night i went out to a club called nylon, which is in City, as in The City of London as opposed to being in the City of Westminster, so it's like the buisness district basically
this club was horribly bad, full of 40year olds, so we got wasted and left
on the way down the road to the bus stop we found a pile of traffic cones and some diversion signs...this can only lead to one thing, create your own diversions now just after we finished some cops showed up, they stopped us and questions us about the cones etc. so we told them that some pissed up losers had just come out of the club and don it, they asked us why we didn't move the cones back out of the road and we just had to tell them we hought it was funny. They blatently didn't believe us but they hadn't seen us doin it, and it's the most petty of crimes (though hilarious cause taxi drivers get well pissed off) so they just let us go.

Futher on the journey to the bus stop we found more cones and hence more road blocks were made, but in the process we thought we were seen by a cop car so we all legged it and ended up at the river thames, which my mate then almost fell in

by the time we'd then got to the bus stop we'd set of 3 car alarms, 1 motorbike alarm, created 2 road blocks and run away from the police

was one bloody funny night

Lol @ BJ, i thought i recongnized one of them to be one of the aged, with an unhealthy elvish self-love at that. hehe Getting drunk or not after one battle has more to do with what's in the bottle, lol. I would have said "maybe you get drunker now cos you got Mole to smash ppl's faces if they get too "friendly", but then realized that you'd kick anyone in the groin anyway, so that was kinda pointless eh. Who's the better drinker of you two btw, you or Mole?


Franny, in my experience the police seldom deems it necessary to have proof or not of some wanton drunken youth action lol. Back in the days, they'd just drag you along when they were relatively certain it's you.