Teenage Parties
Ah, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
Ah, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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here goes...
Once went to a fancy dress party that had a theme of the "P", yes I could've dressed a penis but I decided on psycho instead. So happily enough I went wild with fake blood over some old clothes and filled a black bin bag with bone-like objects. There were several problems:
1. My mate and his gf decided not to turn up so I knew no one.
2. My blood spattering was a bit over zealous so I got stopped and searched by the police who thought I had killed someone (thank god I didn't take my blood caked baseball bat)
3. When I eventually arrived all I got was one ear piercing shriek from the hostess....which hurt A LOT, my ears were still ringing after an hour. Although to be fair imagine someone turning up on your doorstep all bloodied and carrying a black bag
Eventually I sat talking to a Puss in Bots all night and drinking flat Smirnoff Ice...it could've been worse.......maybe not
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 15:08, Reply)
Once went to a fancy dress party that had a theme of the "P", yes I could've dressed a penis but I decided on psycho instead. So happily enough I went wild with fake blood over some old clothes and filled a black bin bag with bone-like objects. There were several problems:
1. My mate and his gf decided not to turn up so I knew no one.
2. My blood spattering was a bit over zealous so I got stopped and searched by the police who thought I had killed someone (thank god I didn't take my blood caked baseball bat)
3. When I eventually arrived all I got was one ear piercing shriek from the hostess....which hurt A LOT, my ears were still ringing after an hour. Although to be fair imagine someone turning up on your doorstep all bloodied and carrying a black bag
Eventually I sat talking to a Puss in Bots all night and drinking flat Smirnoff Ice...it could've been worse.......maybe not
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 15:08, Reply)
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