oh no, i wasnt being sarcastic, i was seriously concidering which would be worse, lolCasimir_Effect said:Oh no, you must have misunderstood. What could be more fun than sitting outside at 6am wearing only a dressing gown and rocking backwards & forwards while trying to remember how in the name of all that is fucking holy I even made it home and where the hell my damn pants are?interspark said:lol, i guess you just have to wonder whats worse, that, or a fiery deathCasimir_Effect said:By a fire alarm, in a uni hall of residence, when mindfuckingly hungover. It was a drill. We had to assemble outside and wait for them to check... something (the complete lack of a real fire perhaps) while freezing our asses off. Uniquely, I also had the fun of trying not to empty my stomach all over the place.
And this has happened to me twice now. Seriously, fuck fire drills. You will never know the pain
welcome to the escapist btw
Seriously, I choose fiery death every time. If it's that or giving up whisky then bring on the tan!
Thanks for the welcome mate
Wow, no offense, but your mom must be really naive. :>Enemy Of The State said:I woke up to find my mum sitting on the end of my bed, on my Netbook, going through my History...
She looked at me and said "Matt, I'm surprised at you." and walked out the room.
The ONE TIME I forgot to delete my History...
I would ask you to test it yourself by repeating my follies but honestly, I can only wish I knew what the hell I did/drank those nights.interspark said:oh no, i wasnt being sarcastic, i was seriously concidering which would be worse, lolCasimir_Effect said:Oh no, you must have misunderstood. What could be more fun than sitting outside at 6am wearing only a dressing gown and rocking backwards & forwards while trying to remember how in the name of all that is fucking holy I even made it home and where the hell my damn pants are?interspark said:lol, i guess you just have to wonder whats worse, that, or a fiery deathCasimir_Effect said:By a fire alarm, in a uni hall of residence, when mindfuckingly hungover. It was a drill. We had to assemble outside and wait for them to check... something (the complete lack of a real fire perhaps) while freezing our asses off. Uniquely, I also had the fun of trying not to empty my stomach all over the place.
And this has happened to me twice now. Seriously, fuck fire drills. You will never know the pain
welcome to the escapist btw
Seriously, I choose fiery death every time. If it's that or giving up whisky then bring on the tan!
Thanks for the welcome mate
I KNOW RIGHT? Moths are so just, ugh. Worse bug ever.FargoDog said:The other week I got woken up by a massive moth in my bedsheets. God I hate those things.
Before though, some incredibly drunk friends of mine woke me up by squirting tomato ketchup in my face. I still have no idea why they chose that method.