The day after.

Late last night. But DAMN it was fun. Didn't make a total ass out of myself, didn't lose any friends.
Got too drunk, threw up on a hedge, drank some more, went to the pub, drank more.
Left the pub, searched for food. Fed. Walked around with J. and talked for half an hour or something. Solved all of life's great problems, both mine and his, or at least his.

Slept.

Woke up. No hangover. So yeah fuckers, "who da man?!"

And by the way S. your music sucks donkey.

Ready for more / Monkey Boy

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In hindsight, there is actually one or two things I wish I hadn't done. Textmessages is the work of the devil.
"And if I get drunk, well I'll pass out on the floor now baby, you won't bother me no more."