The night I met your motherPlenty of reprobates on here and I’m sat on a work course bored as anything; what’s the most depressing/chaotic/sadistic/life questioning night out you’ve ever had?
Not my night out but the story always tickles me.
years ago a few mates went out on Christmas Eve, used to be a thing they did every year. They’d go out early, get on it and be out for the duration.
one year a couple of them off their faces went to get a brass. They were both getting a chew and one of them said to the other I bet you wouldn’t throw your brass over that wall. Mid chew he picked her up and launched her, the 2 of them ran off laughing like school kids and their pimp came out of nowhere and they closed lined him and jumped into a taxi back to one of their houses.
the lad lived with his mum, dad and little sister at the time. They found themselves in the living room about 10pm off their chops with his entire family sat there giving them the Spanish Inquisition about their night. Mid questioning the lads mum stops and says what’s that on the floor? They both look down and the lad who’s house it wasn’t the Johnny he’d had on while getting a chew had come off and was hanging out the bottom of his trousers stuck to his shoe. Everyone in the room started laughing at him and they both retreated to the lads bedroom to carry on with the drink and sniff drinking red bull and vodka out of a cut in half plastic bottle of blag red bull cos they didn’t want to go back down for a glass
Life lesson - carry a bit of cash.Too many magic mushrooms one night in a rock club in town, didn’t end well.
A couple of bad Gary’s another night, led to bowel problems and a strip wash in a bit like the one in train spotting.
Copping off with a girl in Dublin and getting kicked out early morning. Having no idea where I was, with not a bean to my name, on an estate like something out of the Commitments.
Copping off with a girl in Corfu, getting a cab to somewhere in the hills. Getting kicked out early morning, not knowing where I was and having no money.
Trying to walk through the Corfu hills in blistering heat, with a monster hangover, realising I was probably going to die of thirst and having to give a passing taxi driver my watch to get home.
Life lesson - carry a bit of cash.