sorry to hear that, young blood

sorry to hear that mate, put the head down now and the 2 months will be over before you know it.

most of it, until the part at the end when your guts come out of your nose and your brain boils in its own bag. but at least it was fun.

well, good, because friday and saturday nights are not for typing, but for acting like a retard in public places. i hope the pill enables that.

I barely ever go outside when I'm drunk. The last time was at a quebec festival and it took place at the beach, and I yelled at my friend's friend (who was wearing a bikini) "LET'S FUCKING FUCK, KAY?". I didn't even know her in person.

gimme back my albert hall gimme back my alcohol gimme back mah gimme back mah ahhhhhh!!!!

nice! :)

see that is fun, you should go out more. drinking alone at home is just very bad for you.

anyway, a more successful approach might have been to mouth her impromptu. as a higher success rate than any attempts at verbalization, i swear.

hhahahaha, I never drink alone at home, when I typed those messages I just came home from parties! Drinking alone is sad, I never do it!

Mmmm, I beg to differ. A pint or two--as long as it's just a pint or two--of one's favorite ale is always right, alone or with company. Besides, if I had to save my drinking for just those times when I was drinking with somebody else, I might go a long time between drinking, and I'm not about to let that happen.

We should seriously hang out;)

you took the words right out of my mouth.