Whats the most ****ed you have been ?
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Mrs J4CKO decided she wanted to try an "Aqua Velva" after watching some box set.
I have had one and a couple of Beers and am utterly pissed, its temporary as its not that much booze but fook me I am temporarily insensible and am relying on one eye to post and autocorrect.
It will subside quickly but did make me think of previous situations where I was utterly battered and now am very, very drunk.
I am using one eye to type and its working but feel mullered.
Been, many, many times worse but here is a good thread opportunity as I squint and correct myself with one eye
I have had one and a couple of Beers and am utterly pissed, its temporary as its not that much booze but fook me I am temporarily insensible and am relying on one eye to post and autocorrect.
It will subside quickly but did make me think of previous situations where I was utterly battered and now am very, very drunk.
I am using one eye to type and its working but feel mullered.
Been, many, many times worse but here is a good thread opportunity as I squint and correct myself with one eye
Mid 90's I Drank 3 litres of red wine at a house party and on the way home spewed out of the window of the car (Saab conv) on the A12 on the way home - at 80 MPH
The back window went black and the back seats were covered.
Got home, and decided that the only sensible option (at 1:30 am) was to drag the hose out, lower the roof and hose the car down. The car alarm was blaring, my wife was out of the window shouting at me...
Woke up the next morning to a car, still covered in vom. The front door was still wide open and with a raging hangover, having to scoop up my own vom from the back seats. Which was nice.
The back window went black and the back seats were covered.
Got home, and decided that the only sensible option (at 1:30 am) was to drag the hose out, lower the roof and hose the car down. The car alarm was blaring, my wife was out of the window shouting at me...
Woke up the next morning to a car, still covered in vom. The front door was still wide open and with a raging hangover, having to scoop up my own vom from the back seats. Which was nice.
Back in the early 90’s whilst at a free party out in the Peaks, I had a lengthy conversation with a tree thinking it was Pluto from the Walt Disney films.
Another time I was making snowballs from the bunkers on a golf course. I couldn’t quite figure out why it had only snowed in the bunkers. It was August.
My friends Yorkshire Terrior turned into a lion.
I’ve lept out of bed when the girl who I was under the sheets with, her nipples turned into mushrooms.
I’ve forgotten my name before.
But perhaps the worst one was falling through my mates burgundy Persian rug into another dimension in space and time.
That was all a long time ago and I couldn’t handle any of that sort of thing any more.
Another time I was making snowballs from the bunkers on a golf course. I couldn’t quite figure out why it had only snowed in the bunkers. It was August.
My friends Yorkshire Terrior turned into a lion.
I’ve lept out of bed when the girl who I was under the sheets with, her nipples turned into mushrooms.
I’ve forgotten my name before.
But perhaps the worst one was falling through my mates burgundy Persian rug into another dimension in space and time.
That was all a long time ago and I couldn’t handle any of that sort of thing any more.
Lost a complete day once, was given a bottle of Pernod at my flat during the afternoon of December 23rd, drank most of it, went to bed by 5pm, and woke up at 8.00 on December 25.
Even worse, a friend of mine was a tourist bus driver in edinburgh, someone shopped him and he was given a breath test and failed, badly, during the afternoon. He had been driving a double decker bus all morning having got pi55ed the night before.
Even worse, a friend of mine was a tourist bus driver in edinburgh, someone shopped him and he was given a breath test and failed, badly, during the afternoon. He had been driving a double decker bus all morning having got pi55ed the night before.
Edited by BT Summers on Saturday 30th October 20:46
Went to a wedding. Got train home, train stopped at junction. I panic, thinking I'm at my station,and jump out without looking. Straight into some brambles. Good job really,as If I'd missed the brambles I'd have likely hit the live rail!
ETA I was very, very drunk at the time.
ETA I was very, very drunk at the time.
Edited by Super Sonic on Sunday 31st October 22:41
J4CKO said:
Mrs J4CKO decided she wanted to try an "Aqua Velva" after watching some box set.
I have had one and a couple of Beers and am utterly pissed, its temporary as its not that much booze but fook me I am temporarily insensible and am relying on one eye to post and autocorrect.
It will subside quickly but did make me think of previous situations where I was utterly battered and now am very, very drunk.
I am using one eye to type and its working but feel mullered.
Been, many, many times worse but here is a good thread opportunity as I squint and correct myself with one eye
Good effort on creating a legible post in the state that you describe I have had one and a couple of Beers and am utterly pissed, its temporary as its not that much booze but fook me I am temporarily insensible and am relying on one eye to post and autocorrect.
It will subside quickly but did make me think of previous situations where I was utterly battered and now am very, very drunk.
I am using one eye to type and its working but feel mullered.
Been, many, many times worse but here is a good thread opportunity as I squint and correct myself with one eye
It sounds like you'll be glad of the extra hour in bed tomorrow morning...The squinty auto correct combo always works well!!
Jookeone said:
J4CKO said:
Mrs J4CKO decided she wanted to try an "Aqua Velva" after watching some box set.
I have had one and a couple of Beers and am utterly pissed, its temporary as its not that much booze but fook me I am temporarily insensible and am relying on one eye to post and autocorrect.
It will subside quickly but did make me think of previous situations where I was utterly battered and now am very, very drunk.
I am using one eye to type and its working but feel mullered.
Been, many, many times worse but here is a good thread opportunity as I squint and correct myself with one eye
Good effort on creating a legible post in the state that you describe I have had one and a couple of Beers and am utterly pissed, its temporary as its not that much booze but fook me I am temporarily insensible and am relying on one eye to post and autocorrect.
It will subside quickly but did make me think of previous situations where I was utterly battered and now am very, very drunk.
I am using one eye to type and its working but feel mullered.
Been, many, many times worse but here is a good thread opportunity as I squint and correct myself with one eye
It sounds like you'll be glad of the extra hour in bed tomorrow morning...The squinty auto correct combo always works well!!
I can prove that, just look at some of WB's ramblings when he's had a few glasses of red.
He would also be posting something he would really regret tomorrow morning when he has sobered up.
I can prove that, just remember WB's Porsche 944 thread.
And the room would be
ing.Mid 90s...most drunk and my closest near death episode.
Arrived with friends at the local pub fairly late in the evening and managed to consume a large number of pints followed by vodka red bulls before closing. The vodkas must have really made a difference as other friends that left after the pints completely disowned us when we joined them as agreed in the curry house.
Got home and collapsed on my bed fully dressed, awake but completely paralyzed I was on my back and started vomiting, doing my best to clear my airways and not choke. It could have ended very badly. I eventually passed out.
Up at 8 the next morning for my accountancy studies weekend school...when I got home my parents complained about the funky smell from my room
Arrived with friends at the local pub fairly late in the evening and managed to consume a large number of pints followed by vodka red bulls before closing. The vodkas must have really made a difference as other friends that left after the pints completely disowned us when we joined them as agreed in the curry house.
Got home and collapsed on my bed fully dressed, awake but completely paralyzed I was on my back and started vomiting, doing my best to clear my airways and not choke. It could have ended very badly. I eventually passed out.
Up at 8 the next morning for my accountancy studies weekend school...when I got home my parents complained about the funky smell from my room
In 2010 I had a temporary job in a well known retailer and attended the Christmas night out. Me and my colleagues drank loads and this was one of my first times drinking. I farted and in doing so pooped myself. I didn’t bother though as I was too drunk. When I woke up in the morning I stank of my own filth and went for a shower. I was hardly able to stand up. I had bought a £250 suit for the occasion and it was caked in my poop. I tried washing it down with a jet hose to no avail. The next week I got sacked for gross misconduct.
Two occasions for me.
The first was when I was 17. I grew up in a small village so getting drunk at the local couldn't be done without the parents' finding out. Instead, on a Saturday evening a group of 8 of us would walk through the fields to a pub in a hamlet 2 miles away. We'd spend the night drinking the bar dry (JD & coke and Kingfisher cider were my 2 drinks of choice back then) before smoking a few joints on the walk back to the village. One particular night I overindulged. I managed to get back home and up to my room before passing out on my back in bed at roughly 2am. By sheer luck my mother woke up needing the toilet. Crossing the landing, she heard a strange noise coming from my bedroom. She stuck her head in to see what was going on and found me on my back, choking on my vomit. She rolled me over, cleared my airway and spent the rest of the night with me. Stupid move on my part and actually resulted in me not touching any drink or drugs for the next 4 years or so.
The second time was in my late twenties. I was back visiting my parents' for the week and was invited out for beers at the pub. After a lock-in I made my way home and managed to successfully strip off put myself to bed. Unfortunately, the beer wasn't sitting well in my stomach and the room was spinning an awful lot. Suddenly I felt the vomit rising so hauled myself up and charged across the landing to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth. The bathroom was dark so I desperately flailed around hoping to grab the pull cord for the light. Unfortunately it was too late and in the dark, I puked all down myself and onto the floor. Due to the tiles beneath my feet and the height from which I had vomited there was serious splash damage caused by the contents of my stomach. Once it had subsided I managed to turn on the light so I could survey the damage; it was everywhere. Suddenly, a second wave hit me so I stepped forward towards the toilet. Unfortunately I was barefoot and the floor tiles had been made oh so slippery from my vomit. I slipped forward and headbutted the toilet seat but still managed to get round two into the toilet bowl.
I eventually pulled my head off the rim so I could get a proper look at the murder scene surrounding me. For the life of me I couldn't figure out where the red stuff that covered my arm had come from. It was only when I looked in the mirror that I realised I had split my forehead open on the toilet and blood was running down my nose, dripping off my chin and then running down my chest.
I used toilet paper to stem the blood flow as well as using the nice white bath mat and toilet surround to clean (well, rearrange) the sick on the floor. After two minutes I gave up and chucked them in the bath for the morning. I then took myself off to bed and managed to get a whole 3 hours sleep before being hauled out of bed by my mother who made it very clear that I was to have the bathroom clean within the next 30 minutes or I wouldn't be welcome home for quite some time. Not my proudest moment, but one my friends take great joy in reminding my parents of every Christmas.
Strangely enough, they're really the only times I've overdone it. I'm not really one for big alcohol fuelled nights.
The first was when I was 17. I grew up in a small village so getting drunk at the local couldn't be done without the parents' finding out. Instead, on a Saturday evening a group of 8 of us would walk through the fields to a pub in a hamlet 2 miles away. We'd spend the night drinking the bar dry (JD & coke and Kingfisher cider were my 2 drinks of choice back then) before smoking a few joints on the walk back to the village. One particular night I overindulged. I managed to get back home and up to my room before passing out on my back in bed at roughly 2am. By sheer luck my mother woke up needing the toilet. Crossing the landing, she heard a strange noise coming from my bedroom. She stuck her head in to see what was going on and found me on my back, choking on my vomit. She rolled me over, cleared my airway and spent the rest of the night with me. Stupid move on my part and actually resulted in me not touching any drink or drugs for the next 4 years or so.
The second time was in my late twenties. I was back visiting my parents' for the week and was invited out for beers at the pub. After a lock-in I made my way home and managed to successfully strip off put myself to bed. Unfortunately, the beer wasn't sitting well in my stomach and the room was spinning an awful lot. Suddenly I felt the vomit rising so hauled myself up and charged across the landing to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth. The bathroom was dark so I desperately flailed around hoping to grab the pull cord for the light. Unfortunately it was too late and in the dark, I puked all down myself and onto the floor. Due to the tiles beneath my feet and the height from which I had vomited there was serious splash damage caused by the contents of my stomach. Once it had subsided I managed to turn on the light so I could survey the damage; it was everywhere. Suddenly, a second wave hit me so I stepped forward towards the toilet. Unfortunately I was barefoot and the floor tiles had been made oh so slippery from my vomit. I slipped forward and headbutted the toilet seat but still managed to get round two into the toilet bowl.
I eventually pulled my head off the rim so I could get a proper look at the murder scene surrounding me. For the life of me I couldn't figure out where the red stuff that covered my arm had come from. It was only when I looked in the mirror that I realised I had split my forehead open on the toilet and blood was running down my nose, dripping off my chin and then running down my chest.
I used toilet paper to stem the blood flow as well as using the nice white bath mat and toilet surround to clean (well, rearrange) the sick on the floor. After two minutes I gave up and chucked them in the bath for the morning. I then took myself off to bed and managed to get a whole 3 hours sleep before being hauled out of bed by my mother who made it very clear that I was to have the bathroom clean within the next 30 minutes or I wouldn't be welcome home for quite some time. Not my proudest moment, but one my friends take great joy in reminding my parents of every Christmas.
Strangely enough, they're really the only times I've overdone it. I'm not really one for big alcohol fuelled nights.
Probably about 10 years ago, on my 21st birthday..
It coincided with the last week of a college course I was on in Birmingham, so the group went out to a student bar we used to frequent...
As it was my birthday the drinks were on the group, and that was the first and last time I drank Tequila
I think we started in the afternoon on rounds of Desperado before moving onto slammers.. By late evening I was passed out in one of the toilet cubicles..
I've got pissed many times since but not to that degree, and nowadays I'm pretty good at knowing when to stop.. Once I reach the tipping point of being pissed I'll switch to Coke and sober up before I get home.
It coincided with the last week of a college course I was on in Birmingham, so the group went out to a student bar we used to frequent...
As it was my birthday the drinks were on the group, and that was the first and last time I drank Tequila
I think we started in the afternoon on rounds of Desperado before moving onto slammers.. By late evening I was passed out in one of the toilet cubicles..
I've got pissed many times since but not to that degree, and nowadays I'm pretty good at knowing when to stop.. Once I reach the tipping point of being pissed I'll switch to Coke and sober up before I get home.
I've had many a time I can't remember, but the biggest has to be...
At my mates 18th birthday, he hired a working mens club for the night but before that we went round to his for a "couple of beers" first. Many cans and shots later we roll up late for his own party.
Now, me being 17 and presented with a bar that didn't ask for I.D and already having a tad too much was a recipe for disaster. The pints just went down and down, I was determined to take advantage of being able to walk up to a bar and order a drink. Not knowing my limit, most of the night was blank.
I woke up on said mates couch the next morning like i'd arisen from a coma.. with the immediate urge to down some water and also vomit a bowling ball at the same time. I managed to stumble apologetically to the bathroom to vomit my insides out. In an attempt to keep me alive his mum offered toast of which I could barely lick a crumb without hurling up the sip of water i'd managed to get down. I decided to walk it off and go home, where I crawled into bed and slept for about 14 hours.
Memories of it came back after people talked about what happened. Luckily I didn't make a massive tit of myself, and us being young a few got into a similar state as me. All of the memories I have are me falling over and/or stumbling and knocking over mine or someone's drink.
Oh to be young again.
At my mates 18th birthday, he hired a working mens club for the night but before that we went round to his for a "couple of beers" first. Many cans and shots later we roll up late for his own party.
Now, me being 17 and presented with a bar that didn't ask for I.D and already having a tad too much was a recipe for disaster. The pints just went down and down, I was determined to take advantage of being able to walk up to a bar and order a drink. Not knowing my limit, most of the night was blank.
I woke up on said mates couch the next morning like i'd arisen from a coma.. with the immediate urge to down some water and also vomit a bowling ball at the same time. I managed to stumble apologetically to the bathroom to vomit my insides out. In an attempt to keep me alive his mum offered toast of which I could barely lick a crumb without hurling up the sip of water i'd managed to get down. I decided to walk it off and go home, where I crawled into bed and slept for about 14 hours.
Memories of it came back after people talked about what happened. Luckily I didn't make a massive tit of myself, and us being young a few got into a similar state as me. All of the memories I have are me falling over and/or stumbling and knocking over mine or someone's drink.
Oh to be young again.
Edited by Kiribati268 on Saturday 30th October 21:31
First day of my stag do, 22 of us. 5am start about 4/5 pints, jump on a plane to Portugal where each of them decide to buy me a minature bottle of JD. I am thrown a can of warm pepsi as a mixer and told to get the lot down me by the time we land, which i did somehow.
Cant remember the rest of the day, woke up face down in a half chewed margharita the following morning. I had pissed myself but by all accounts had a good stab at a night out before passing out.
Scary when a 12 hour portion of the day is missing from memory. Really scary.
Cant remember the rest of the day, woke up face down in a half chewed margharita the following morning. I had pissed myself but by all accounts had a good stab at a night out before passing out.
Scary when a 12 hour portion of the day is missing from memory. Really scary.
Edited by NextSlidePlease on Saturday 30th October 21:43
About a week ago.
I’ve been seeing a girl in Spain who definitely has a soft spot for anything that goes - literally.
She was completely off her head when I called round, I was rather tipsy.
She was on some sort of medication due to a bit of a cold (I think) and she was taking it nasally.
A bit of a disagreement ensued, and when I thought she was pulling out a “toy’ - it was actually pepper spray.
We settled the disagreement amicably, I returned home, slugged a lot of wine, went to bed.
I’m 6”2 (not powerfully built mind) she is taller than me and she was very very angry.
Her menstrual cycle was imminent so I should have really known I was in for a night of fun and games.
Everything is fine now.
I’ve been seeing a girl in Spain who definitely has a soft spot for anything that goes - literally.
She was completely off her head when I called round, I was rather tipsy.
She was on some sort of medication due to a bit of a cold (I think) and she was taking it nasally.
A bit of a disagreement ensued, and when I thought she was pulling out a “toy’ - it was actually pepper spray.
We settled the disagreement amicably, I returned home, slugged a lot of wine, went to bed.
I’m 6”2 (not powerfully built mind) she is taller than me and she was very very angry.
Her menstrual cycle was imminent so I should have really known I was in for a night of fun and games.
Everything is fine now.
Captainfred said:
In 2010 I had a temporary job in a well known retailer and attended the Christmas night out. Me and my colleagues drank loads and this was one of my first times drinking. I farted and in doing so pooped myself. I didn’t bother though as I was too drunk. When I woke up in the morning I stank of my own filth and went for a shower. I was hardly able to stand up. I had bought a £250 suit for the occasion and it was caked in my poop. I tried washing it down with a jet hose to no avail. The next week I got sacked for gross misconduct.
This one made me laugh out loud so I had to show it to my girlfriend, who also laughed out loud. Well recounted.If we are going to stick to the effects of alcohol, that narrows it down, but not much.
1. When I was still underage, went to see a friend's heavy metal band (the wonderfully named Epileptic Pigs, with their signature tune "Scrotegrinder") at a village hall. The following events I have no recollection of, but is reconstructed from the stories of other parties.
We all got utterly drunk, then hearing rumour of a party in a nearby village, set off walking down an A road in the dark. Being more or less incapable of walking, a friend and I sat down on a bank for a little rest. A car pulled up and asked if we were OK. My friend replied that we were, and nudged me, saying "aren't we, Johnny?" At which point, said nudge caused me to fall off the bank and begin rolling gently down the road....
At this point the two occupants of the car put their blue lights on.
We were poured in to the back of the police car who apparently was going to take us home; somehow my silver tongued friend convinced the two plod that we lived in the village in which we believed a party was happening, so they drove us there. This plan failed on the detail that it was quite a large village and my friend had no idea where the party was... eventually the police gave up touring the village while my mate looked for "his house" and dropped us off.
The rush of fresh air did me no good at all, and I promptly threw up copiously on the police car's bonnet, then apparently ran off like an Olympic sprinter, albeit one who vomits while running.
Somehow I found the "party" (just an acquaintance's house whose folks were away), and despite being 6'5" woke up the next day in a cot.
2. Went out in Putney c. 2001 about lunchtime and drank a lot of double tequilas and Red Bulls while nominally watching some sporting event. Was with my OH, a male and female friend of long, platonic standing, by the way. We repaired to a curry house for the traditional drunk curry, albeit at 7pm, then got a cab back to Ealing where we lived.
At a traffic light near my house, my OH said "sod this" and jumped out, so the rest of us went on to female friend's house to keep drinking. I popped to the loo and returned to find my two mates all over each other. I ran out of the flat, started walking home, encountered a random house party and invited myself in.
After an hour or two my (male) friend rang me and said he'd popped to the loo and female friend had passed out on him, and where was I? I wandered out in to the street, met him and returned to my adopted party. According to my friend, despite being an obvious gatecrasher, I was greeted with a cheer as I walked back in.
Now, normally I have zero skill with women, but after approximately 40 units of alcohol, apparently I am a smoothie, as I woke the next day with several female names saved in my phone. And in fact I'm told the culmination of this party saw me leaning on the kitchen wall chatting up some wildly out of my league woman, with my (stolen) can of Stella on the floor next to me. At which my hand slipped on the wall, and I toppled over like a falling tree and hammered the beer can in to the side of my rib cage. At which point, after drinking for about 15 hours, I decided it was bed time.
The following morning I awoke, lying on my front, did a big stretch, and my damaged rib broke with an audible crack.
1. When I was still underage, went to see a friend's heavy metal band (the wonderfully named Epileptic Pigs, with their signature tune "Scrotegrinder") at a village hall. The following events I have no recollection of, but is reconstructed from the stories of other parties.
We all got utterly drunk, then hearing rumour of a party in a nearby village, set off walking down an A road in the dark. Being more or less incapable of walking, a friend and I sat down on a bank for a little rest. A car pulled up and asked if we were OK. My friend replied that we were, and nudged me, saying "aren't we, Johnny?" At which point, said nudge caused me to fall off the bank and begin rolling gently down the road....
At this point the two occupants of the car put their blue lights on.
We were poured in to the back of the police car who apparently was going to take us home; somehow my silver tongued friend convinced the two plod that we lived in the village in which we believed a party was happening, so they drove us there. This plan failed on the detail that it was quite a large village and my friend had no idea where the party was... eventually the police gave up touring the village while my mate looked for "his house" and dropped us off.
The rush of fresh air did me no good at all, and I promptly threw up copiously on the police car's bonnet, then apparently ran off like an Olympic sprinter, albeit one who vomits while running.
Somehow I found the "party" (just an acquaintance's house whose folks were away), and despite being 6'5" woke up the next day in a cot.
2. Went out in Putney c. 2001 about lunchtime and drank a lot of double tequilas and Red Bulls while nominally watching some sporting event. Was with my OH, a male and female friend of long, platonic standing, by the way. We repaired to a curry house for the traditional drunk curry, albeit at 7pm, then got a cab back to Ealing where we lived.
At a traffic light near my house, my OH said "sod this" and jumped out, so the rest of us went on to female friend's house to keep drinking. I popped to the loo and returned to find my two mates all over each other. I ran out of the flat, started walking home, encountered a random house party and invited myself in.
After an hour or two my (male) friend rang me and said he'd popped to the loo and female friend had passed out on him, and where was I? I wandered out in to the street, met him and returned to my adopted party. According to my friend, despite being an obvious gatecrasher, I was greeted with a cheer as I walked back in.
Now, normally I have zero skill with women, but after approximately 40 units of alcohol, apparently I am a smoothie, as I woke the next day with several female names saved in my phone. And in fact I'm told the culmination of this party saw me leaning on the kitchen wall chatting up some wildly out of my league woman, with my (stolen) can of Stella on the floor next to me. At which my hand slipped on the wall, and I toppled over like a falling tree and hammered the beer can in to the side of my rib cage. At which point, after drinking for about 15 hours, I decided it was bed time.
The following morning I awoke, lying on my front, did a big stretch, and my damaged rib broke with an audible crack.
Japveesix said:
This one made me laugh out loud so I had to show it to my girlfriend, who also laughed out loud. Well recounted.
It was a funny time and before leaving I was nicknamed “Shart” in remembrance of the occasion. More recently I’ve skidded on a dogs dirt whilst going down for the paper. It was immaculately presented in the middle of the foot path waiting on my shoe to slip on it. The smell of it reminded me of my youthful drunken shenanigans. It was caked onto my new shoe and up my leg just touching my shorts.
So yeah my track record with poop is nothing to be desired.
My 21st birthday. The day was spent with family drinking (and we had an adult bouncy castle which resulted in the odd puke up), I drank a fair bit (half a bottle of archers by myself I believe amongst other drinks) and could not walk, or see particularly well.. I slept in the lounge I believe..... The next day a couple of mates took me on a pub crawl, I have no recollection of it whatsoever save as I know roughly where we started and that is only because it is the nearest pub to where a mate whom was collected for the day lived..I do not recall anything about it. I have no idea if I ate or anything, I know I woke up on day three at home... Therefore I have no idea if I had a good couple of days or not !
went out in tokyo for dinner and drinks with some mates I hadnt seen in years. One of them said he remembered what I was like so deliberately wore sandals so I couldnt lure him out to a club as his wife had given him a curfew. Went to a club, he was refused entry in. I managed to persuade someone walking past to sell me the shoes off his feet, and made the lad come in.
I have a vague memory of them both leaving at some point in the night but me deciding to stay because I thought every bird in there fancied the hell out of me.
Nothing else to recall until I woke up in my hotel bed; money, cards, everything missing, and blood all over my left hand, feeling unbelievably hungover (and I never get memory loss, or even get particularly bad hangovers...)
I have a vague memory of them both leaving at some point in the night but me deciding to stay because I thought every bird in there fancied the hell out of me.
Nothing else to recall until I woke up in my hotel bed; money, cards, everything missing, and blood all over my left hand, feeling unbelievably hungover (and I never get memory loss, or even get particularly bad hangovers...)
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