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Too early to update thios rubbish..
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» Your first cigarette
An older neighbour...
...convinced me it would be a great idea if I, at the age of 7 or 8, stole a packet of 20 Red Band from my mothers handbag and would meet up with him a while after.
So ofcourse being the guliable cunt I seem to be, I did. I forgot about them for a few hours and kept them in my bag, the very same friend invited me to go swimming with him that very afternoon.
Off we totted to the local pool, started changing to go swimming and came upon the stolen fags. We smoked all 20 of them, in the changing rooms. Turning green and coughing like a miner as we did so.
Eventually all 20 had gone and we got into the pool feeling a little worse for wear. After a good 10 minutes, I had a coughing fit in the pool, followed by a 5 minute spout of projectile vomitting. Running back into the changing room in shame after turning the pool a bile yellow, I slip and fall and break my ankle.
To make matters worse after getting back from the hospital my mum decided being in a cast for 8 weeks wasn't punishment enough for stealing her fags, and forced me to smoke another 20.
Ouch.
(Fri 21st Mar 2008, 18:25, More)
An older neighbour...
...convinced me it would be a great idea if I, at the age of 7 or 8, stole a packet of 20 Red Band from my mothers handbag and would meet up with him a while after.
So ofcourse being the guliable cunt I seem to be, I did. I forgot about them for a few hours and kept them in my bag, the very same friend invited me to go swimming with him that very afternoon.
Off we totted to the local pool, started changing to go swimming and came upon the stolen fags. We smoked all 20 of them, in the changing rooms. Turning green and coughing like a miner as we did so.
Eventually all 20 had gone and we got into the pool feeling a little worse for wear. After a good 10 minutes, I had a coughing fit in the pool, followed by a 5 minute spout of projectile vomitting. Running back into the changing room in shame after turning the pool a bile yellow, I slip and fall and break my ankle.
To make matters worse after getting back from the hospital my mum decided being in a cast for 8 weeks wasn't punishment enough for stealing her fags, and forced me to smoke another 20.
Ouch.
(Fri 21st Mar 2008, 18:25, More)
» Social Networking Gaffes
God damn those Facebook status...
So last Wednesday I was working nights, well should have been, but I decide i'm going for a few drinks early afternoon before heading into work.
Being of the modern "binge drinking you've-got-a-drink-problem" youth a couple of quick pints turned into a session which lasted all afternoon and into the late evening, suffice to say I didn't go to work.
I get home about 1am, 3 hours after I should have gone to work and update my Facebook status to say I was completely shitfaced and that if I got beaten by my friend at pool again I'd shove the pool queue up his arse.
I went to work Thursday night and had my "return to work" interview with the manager, telling him some bullshit story of being majorly sick and having a weird 24-hour bug. What a mistake, just as the interview was finishing he said "so how many games of pool did you lose yesterday? I suggest next time you bunk work you don't tell Facebook what you're upto - especially when your friends with half the management team."
Bollocks.
I still have to hide my face when I see him.
Oops.
(Tue 16th Sep 2008, 20:19, More)
God damn those Facebook status...
So last Wednesday I was working nights, well should have been, but I decide i'm going for a few drinks early afternoon before heading into work.
Being of the modern "binge drinking you've-got-a-drink-problem" youth a couple of quick pints turned into a session which lasted all afternoon and into the late evening, suffice to say I didn't go to work.
I get home about 1am, 3 hours after I should have gone to work and update my Facebook status to say I was completely shitfaced and that if I got beaten by my friend at pool again I'd shove the pool queue up his arse.
I went to work Thursday night and had my "return to work" interview with the manager, telling him some bullshit story of being majorly sick and having a weird 24-hour bug. What a mistake, just as the interview was finishing he said "so how many games of pool did you lose yesterday? I suggest next time you bunk work you don't tell Facebook what you're upto - especially when your friends with half the management team."
Bollocks.
I still have to hide my face when I see him.
Oops.
(Tue 16th Sep 2008, 20:19, More)