I went out to an event organised by one of my classmates last night. It was for the kickboxing club, but the way it worked out, half my class was there.
A special arrangement had been made with the bar that they would only charge £1 for certain drinks (bottles of Fosters and vodka/cokes). By the end of the night we were all hammered (especially me. Surprise!) and cutting a serious rug on the dancefloor.
Unfortunately what goes up must come down, and now I am sitting at work with my head in my hands.
Please kill me...
About Me
- Denis
- After working with computers in Ireland for four years, I had a change of heart and hotfooted it across the pond to Brighton, gay capital of the UK, to study big hairy men and to try and get a degree in Pharmacy from the University of Brighton. I graduated, finished my pre-reg year, and am now working as a legal drug-dealer in the big smoke of London. Join me here in my adventures as I attempt to learn about as many drugs as possible during the day, and get entangled with as many bears as possible at night. I can be reached on gmail.com at denis.g.ryan
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