Ouch
September 3rd 2007 14:42
Fucking Ow.
I am still reeling from an intense weekend, which for once pretty much went according to plan. Sort of.
Friday, kick-on from ball. I was smashed when I arrived, which wasn't long before everyone else. Some of the highlights from friday:
Almost getting in a fight with an american girl, then another american girl, and then an american guy. Pretty much at the same time. I was at the bar ordering my double blacks, and this american girl orders 4 jaeger bombs. "Ohh, jaeger" I think, and I ask her how much jaeger is. I know, stupid, far too great a leap of logic to assume that because you are ordering a drink, you know how much it is. At least that's what this raging turboslut thought. She turns to me, and I shit you not she says "Do I look like a bartender to you? Am I standing on the other side of the bar?". I reply "woah, um, no", and she says "Yeah, well fuck off". Anyway, as if this wasn't enough, her PMS'ing friend (and in this case I'm assuming the P stands for permanent) comes over to have a bit of a bitch at me. She says something, but I don't hear what. So I ask her "oh, what did you just say?" to which she replies "oh, nothing". I'm genuinely interested in what this vagina with legs has said, so I ask again (nicely), "what did you say?". Again, nothing. So I try again, and this time she hides behind her boyfriend, who she then gets to come get up me. At this point, I have my drinks, so I say Fuck Yas'all, and walk off.
Almost getting in a fight with a drunk old geezer. I walked outside for a smoke, and a friend was holding another friend back from smashing an old cunt, who's obviously also riled up. The guy being held back looks like he's 12, making this even funnier. Anyway, me and my friend break it up, but we make sure the old prick knows that if he starts anything, we'll all obliterate him. So he bails.... as you do.
Drinking at least a dozen smirnoff blacks when you're already drunk, and then taking 2 pills. Bad idea. I was so fucked, all night long... i have the most massive memory holes. And as a result of this...
... almost getting bashed by some random and his friends. Me and a mate were taken on a mission by some random to retrieve some awesome buds.... or so we were told. Due to aforementioned fuckedupness, I didn't realize what was going on, but this guy walked us out to the middle of nowhere, tried calling his friends, couldn't get through, and bailed. I was olivious to the whole thing, but fuck that would've been bad.
That's the most interesting shit... fun night, i think. Other small random things happened, but nothing really of interest that I can remember.
Saturday... got woken up by an airhorn blaring outside my window at 10am. Time to get on the bus to go to the recovery at the chalk bar. I sit up... and realize I have the worst hangover of my life. The message being sent by my brain to the rest of my body was simple... "not very fucking likely". Lay straight back down and went to sleep.
Anyways, that night I took half of a tab of acid, scored from a bus random (I think I explained this before) and went to watch riverfire, a huge fireworks display in the CBD. Highlight of this show was definitely when the F-111's did a huge afterburner fuel dump... just a massive tail of flames. By the way, if anyone is looking to get me a great b'day present and you have a spare 100 mil or so lying around... I wouldn't mind having a high speed fighter jet, if you wouldn't mind. Not to be blunt or anything... but get me one.
Anyway, after fireworks, went and had a few drinks in the city, then a few more in the valley, and then a big pills night in the family. Good, clean, uneventful fun. Got home at 5am sunday morning, slept thru till 5.30 sunday afternoon, and then a good 'nother 8 hours of sleep before my exam at 10 monday morning, which I bent over and made my bitch. Fuck yeah, making an exam call you daddy is a good feeling.
So yes, a pretty hectic weekend. Booze, acid and two hard hits of E makes me a spaced out ravechild. Time for me to go have sex and pass out. Night kiddies. Don't do anything I'd do.
I am still reeling from an intense weekend, which for once pretty much went according to plan. Sort of.
Friday, kick-on from ball. I was smashed when I arrived, which wasn't long before everyone else. Some of the highlights from friday:
Almost getting in a fight with an american girl, then another american girl, and then an american guy. Pretty much at the same time. I was at the bar ordering my double blacks, and this american girl orders 4 jaeger bombs. "Ohh, jaeger" I think, and I ask her how much jaeger is. I know, stupid, far too great a leap of logic to assume that because you are ordering a drink, you know how much it is. At least that's what this raging turboslut thought. She turns to me, and I shit you not she says "Do I look like a bartender to you? Am I standing on the other side of the bar?". I reply "woah, um, no", and she says "Yeah, well fuck off". Anyway, as if this wasn't enough, her PMS'ing friend (and in this case I'm assuming the P stands for permanent) comes over to have a bit of a bitch at me. She says something, but I don't hear what. So I ask her "oh, what did you just say?" to which she replies "oh, nothing". I'm genuinely interested in what this vagina with legs has said, so I ask again (nicely), "what did you say?". Again, nothing. So I try again, and this time she hides behind her boyfriend, who she then gets to come get up me. At this point, I have my drinks, so I say Fuck Yas'all, and walk off.
Almost getting in a fight with a drunk old geezer. I walked outside for a smoke, and a friend was holding another friend back from smashing an old cunt, who's obviously also riled up. The guy being held back looks like he's 12, making this even funnier. Anyway, me and my friend break it up, but we make sure the old prick knows that if he starts anything, we'll all obliterate him. So he bails.... as you do.
Drinking at least a dozen smirnoff blacks when you're already drunk, and then taking 2 pills. Bad idea. I was so fucked, all night long... i have the most massive memory holes. And as a result of this...
... almost getting bashed by some random and his friends. Me and a mate were taken on a mission by some random to retrieve some awesome buds.... or so we were told. Due to aforementioned fuckedupness, I didn't realize what was going on, but this guy walked us out to the middle of nowhere, tried calling his friends, couldn't get through, and bailed. I was olivious to the whole thing, but fuck that would've been bad.
That's the most interesting shit... fun night, i think. Other small random things happened, but nothing really of interest that I can remember.
Saturday... got woken up by an airhorn blaring outside my window at 10am. Time to get on the bus to go to the recovery at the chalk bar. I sit up... and realize I have the worst hangover of my life. The message being sent by my brain to the rest of my body was simple... "not very fucking likely". Lay straight back down and went to sleep.
Anyways, that night I took half of a tab of acid, scored from a bus random (I think I explained this before) and went to watch riverfire, a huge fireworks display in the CBD. Highlight of this show was definitely when the F-111's did a huge afterburner fuel dump... just a massive tail of flames. By the way, if anyone is looking to get me a great b'day present and you have a spare 100 mil or so lying around... I wouldn't mind having a high speed fighter jet, if you wouldn't mind. Not to be blunt or anything... but get me one.
Anyway, after fireworks, went and had a few drinks in the city, then a few more in the valley, and then a big pills night in the family. Good, clean, uneventful fun. Got home at 5am sunday morning, slept thru till 5.30 sunday afternoon, and then a good 'nother 8 hours of sleep before my exam at 10 monday morning, which I bent over and made my bitch. Fuck yeah, making an exam call you daddy is a good feeling.
So yes, a pretty hectic weekend. Booze, acid and two hard hits of E makes me a spaced out ravechild. Time for me to go have sex and pass out. Night kiddies. Don't do anything I'd do.
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