this weekend has been fucking mega.
friday night: went into town, got wrecked up. taxi halfway home then found the bag of supplies we had stashed earlier on, this consisted of wine and jumpers. oh and a bottle opener.
the mission had only just begun.
lots of falling over, trespassing, scafffolding, roofs, getting livid at wingmirrors and stuck in bushes for silly amounts of time ensued.
got back to mine, cooked so much food and ate sod all. tried to call lisa but passed out with the phone in my mouth. rad night.
saturday: bigtime mess. stayed in at mine, got steaming and then went for a walk.
falling over walls, trying to run through fences, wingmirrors, 2 bottles of wine and a bottle of frosty jacks. we meant buissness.
and then there was peter... we found him falling out a taxi, befriended him and demanded he let us in for a gin and tonic. nice guy!
got back to mine, k.o'd on the kitchen floor and paton did the same with his head in the cupboard.
today: felt like shit
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