so i was t the pub for the gooner game (4 pints for a fiver!!!!) got there around 6 after already necking a fair few double southern comforts at home. watched the game,w e won, hugged too many people and then went onto the local. stayed there til 230 am, went back so some gals house (she was a psycho, i do not lie) she told me things that no human should have to hear and at 330 i decided to make a sharp exit...
so what happens at 330 in the morning when u r not totally sure where u r and it is poring with rain, an u have just literally run off froma psycho birds house?
yes, u realise you have left your keys in said psychos house/bedsit/scary place.
Now its 345am, im soaked, im kinda lost and no one is replying to my textas (apologies to the person on ehre i was texting, but i was drunk hehe)
so around 430am someone finally ipcks up, a mate ofmine who is not totally happy (neither is his missus who has already had to put up with me trying to force him down the pub to watch the footy.
Anyways, not all bad, i got into sleep around 6am, and wasnt at work til 9
(i calle in sick)oh, and i cant go to my local for a few weeks... any other fun stories?
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fisticuffs......so i being the gentleman that i am...kindly relieved him of the £20 note he had left me sitting on the bar-into my skyrocket it went 
