Teenage PartiesAh, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Ahh, memoriesDuring one of a spate of parties a few years back (of which all but one were ridiculously underage) I decided I really didn't like the person whose house I was in.
After stubbing fags out on almost everything on his porch (each individual brick, paving slab and gnome in reach) I wandered inside, necked another half bottle of vodka and found a huge wad of post-it-notes.
Step forward 30 minutes where I've got a slave army post-it-ing his entire house from the inside out, while said occupant was out 'helping buy more booze'.
Step forwards another 10 minutes to see the house owner return, throw all his toys out of the pram and blame someone other than me, and start something resembling a drunkan brawl between two 15 year olds.
The house owner was winning, and convicingly, until I threw his widescreen TV at him.
Luckily, after about 3 hours of vodka, tequila, rum, aftershock and beer, I managed to convince him he threw it at me and he still apologises for throwing that TV at me.
Personally, I still think he's a dick.
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Pointy Head poked another hole in my anorak on, Tue 18 Apr 2006, 1:38,
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