Leaving to get legless
Bad day at work today; bugger it. Will leave now with goal in mind as follows: 10 beers, 3 large Sambucas, hot messy chicken wings. Hasta la vista, see ya later, gunna go get drunk.
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 4:00 PM
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Have you sobered up yet?
Back in the day when I used to drink hard (and as I'm a brit I KNOW how to drink hard) I stopped drinking on the friday night - I got the hangover on sunday, it took that long for the alcohol to clear my system.
Finished drinking at 7 in the morning a few times, and went to work for 8.
Can't do it now, can't afford it.
Except when I go to the Falkland Islands for 4 months - open season then.
I started to feel like a human being again about 4pm yesterday.
Vague memories of something here and there Friday night into Saturday morning and up till about 10am, including a lap dance or two or ten (we gots the fully nekkid womens where I live, hooray for that). I believe I managed to resist entreaties to "go to the VIP room"; despite the whispered promises of the dancing whores rubbing themselves all over me, I subscribe to Chris Rock's dictum: "There's no sex in the VIP room".
I spent too much money, at least based on what appears to no longer be in my wallet.
All in all a successful weekend.
You HOPE you spent the money, but on what? Did you wake with vauge recollections of a big guy called bubba, some axle grease, a sore arse and slippy shits too?
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