I went out in a shit costume that meant nothing, then I left some unopened cheese in my bathroom.

I went to a house party with Jambon, where we much such delights as Faraz in a rubber viking helmet, Fred in a bin bag and sunglasses, and Jake with humorously short shorts on, and also various lovely ladies. I arrived home at 8am, I'm well 'ard. Oh yeah and Spencer's text messages were hilarious indeed. MERYL!

I stayed in and watched A Nightmare on Elm Street

I went out for drinks with work, got on the wrong train home and work up in Cockfosters. Pissed on the side of a train and got told off. Got a night bus back into London. To cut a long story short I spent all night wandering round London pissed as a fart drinking Special brew and talking to random people. I got home at 12:30 on Saturday afternoon. Also I have no phone cause I lost it at Slayer so my mum was practically pulling her hair out wondering where I was.

Herzeleid wrote:I worked till 10 then went out, was a pretty decent night, nothing OMG AMAZING but I got quite drunk, a bit high, then had a lovely 3am McDonalds.

Jammy bastard!

Ha ha Steeeeve you woke up in my ends blad!

That party was cool, I got pretty fucked, lovely.

Could have done with a McDonalds tho.

The cold walk of Death to the bus stop completely sobered me up.

Stevedot2 wrote:I went out for drinks with work, got on the wrong train home and work up in Cockfosters. Pissed on the side of a train and got told off. Got a night bus back into London. To cut a long story short I spent all night wandering round London pissed as a fart drinking Special brew and talking to random people. I got home at 12:30 on Saturday afternoon. Also I have no phone cause I lost it at Slayer so my mum was practically pulling her hair out wondering where I was.

One day Steve, you are going to get killed.

I bought myself an awesome as fuck Predator costume and was going to go out looking ace, then realised my ex was going to the same place and figured that if I went out I'd probably just end up either fighting with people or argueing with the bitch. So I stayed in instead wasting my awesome costume. I'll just have to wear it at a gig instead...!

thrashduck wrote:

Stevedot2 wrote:I went out for drinks with work, got on the wrong train home and work up in Cockfosters. Pissed on the side of a train and got told off. Got a night bus back into London. To cut a long story short I spent all night wandering round London pissed as a fart drinking Special brew and talking to random people. I got home at 12:30 on Saturday afternoon. Also I have no phone cause I lost it at Slayer so my mum was practically pulling her hair out wondering where I was.

One day Steve, you are going to get killed.

You're not the first person to say that. I'm dreading work tomorrow cause I also forgot to add that I vomitted all over the floor of the pub toilet, and I'm not sure if my colleagues know!!!!

Hahahaha. Steve. Your stories are always the funniest to read on here.

Metal Iain wrote:

Herzeleid wrote:I worked till 10 then went out, was a pretty decent night, nothing OMG AMAZING but I got quite drunk, a bit high, then had a lovely 3am McDonalds.

Jammy bastard!

It used to close at like 5, now it closes at 4, we actually had a bouncer come up to us and say "time to eat up lads"

That's hilarious!

Thing is, a fucking HUGE McDonald's is exactly what I'd want if I'm blootered. I usually have to put up with a pizza that tastes like Domestos, though.

Metal Iain wrote:Thing is, a fucking HUGE McDonald's is exactly what I'd want if I'm blootered. I usually have to put up with a pizza that tastes like Domestos, though.

It's the brief period in which mcdonalds is literally the nicest thing ever.

Bastard.

I'm getting a McDonald's en route to work now because of you.