Balls!

So it was one of those completely random nights, the ones where you go out for one drink after work and end up getting home at some time the next day with no recollection of anything but a sore head and a bad feeling that you did something you shouldn't have, but you can't quite remember what it is.

So we left the pub at around 11ish to head on into town, there was probably a group of about 8 of us, we were having a good laugh, boozing away, then I decided I wanted to liven up a little bit so I hit the Double vodka red bulls, lethal decision on my part, I became some sort of Michael Flatly jumping all around the place, legs flailing, arms not moving, grabbing random dance partners and trying to lift them in the air, that sort of thing. One of my friends decided it was time for me to go home before I through some poor girl across the bar. I mumbled some sort of agreement as I was feeling a bit rough.

I got outside and instead of getting a taxi I decided to walk home, which is a fair walk but I decided it would help me sober up. I got to a local park near my house which was the perfect shortcut to get home through, there I was minding my own business when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared. She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air', I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror, if anything I can say this cab is rare but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

el_weirdo wrote: »

Only if the stories involve narrowly avoiding being buggered by a fat, homosexual, failed actor.:D

i believed he calls himself a thesbian. and he didnt so much fail, as realise one day, that he would never play the dane

If I medicined you, you'd think a brain tumor was a birthday present.

This doll is extremely dangerous. It has voodoo qualities.

i feel like a pig shat in my head

TRADE-phenildyhydrachloride benzidex
STREET-The Embalmer!!