can't tell you a lot about the evening because it's mostly a drunken haze. I remember being a lazy arse and getting a colleague to go to the bar for me, built a few bridges, smoked far too many of the boss's fags, danced in my chair and held the cab driver up for about 10 mins as i couldn't find my keys. [they were on my lap already].
My other half was obviouslly impressed with me when I got home...
indeed in had to go straight to bed. pissed wasn't the word. I was only drinking Carling as well [which is complete gnats piss] but @ £2 a pint and being like water I drank it in ambundance.
Took my contact lenses out and chucked them on the table instead of in their pot. Went to bed and passed out. Next morning, nursing a head that felt like it contained a thousand men in clogs running down a cobbled street, I discover I had attempted a facebook status....
I still have absolutely no idea what the fuck I was trying to say. Any guesses?
Still, it was a good night and I was aparently on top form...
Carling is a Terrorist....
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