I am a rock
an islannd
my buddy alain is here, he felt ad for me becuase i am not so happy as of late- he brought two bottle of wine and dinner- we have been drinking since 5h (wiuth the apero and all and are in a very happy syate) he is laughing at me becuase i actually have writtn in this blog before-and here i was trying to show off- he says i shouldnt be drining so much- but is pouring more alcoj=ol in my cupp!! he is yelling in my ear telling me every mistake i make- but i explain to him we are not allowed to change what we write- it is the drunken code
now he woud like to add some thigns- although he is not a memeber i will allow him- plus he can speak english so it will not e in french- i grew up with this ass- i love hi,
hii drunken people who have a website that write in this and read it
um i dunno what the fuck to write in this- i wont censor myself like she does- she really has a fowl mouth- for those of you that think she is sweet-you are in for a surprise- she showed me what she writes- she is showing you her good side- but at least she is a lot of fun and i love the bitch too- oh wait her ex bf is trying to cal her- he wont leave her alone. hes an asshiole and lives in canda and should leave her alone she has been here for i cant count a long time now i want her to fuck around with just anyone ut shes decided shes a nun and wiont give anyone a chance wat a snob- what a waste of such nice titties- im gay but i do like nice ttie
oh shit i thought i closed this phe
ok fuck it im gonna go drink someomoe
....okim not allowed to read this yet- i dunno why i feel i will regret it
are we able to have live debauchery online- please dont be angry if he said some bad things- he has an evil grin on his face and is telling em to leave you all alone and continue this evening- i dunno how the hell im gonna wake up tomorrow but i am sure that right now i am feeling GOOOOOOOOOOOD
(good thing you cant hear me sing- i get even better when waster)
Sup Fuckers?
Well.
Back it nte Cardiff again. It's al good fun so far.
It's weird. I don't live in the big C but whenever we got out somehwere, opeople still come up to me more often than they come up to residents if this place. I put thos down to me being pretty loud and noticable but it's not just that. Someone asdked me tonight aboput a blonmde girl inthe bar "Ah, that's Kelly" I said, my friend was amazed so he quizzed me further - "Who's that gilr then?" - pointing to another blonde girl - I was stumped, "hold on" I said "Steve -who's that girl there?"... "That's Kate" Steve replied. Again my friend was gobsmacked, I failed at now knowing who some hot girl was but I bounced back by asking a seemingly random bloke the same question. we got the asnwer in the end.
So, the maroal od teh story is. Don't sleep with Bar staff - they know everything. BUT they can get you free tickeys to stuff. Wicked.
ps I was never bar staff, excpet in Newquay, but that wasd before I was pronounced king of Cardiff.
So - goof night y'all. And NEVEr pay £20 for steak, even if you are as drunk as me.
WORD.
Don't lose.
Fuckface
This is my first post to the drunken blog.
So, hello.
Tonight, I had some Sambuca with my Hungarian friend Baz. He's a journalism student.
We were discussing media bias, I think.
Me: So, what do you propose as an alternative?
Baz: Honest Journalism.
Me: Such as?
Baz: Well, my first column would be called 'Hungarians are mother-fuckers'.
Me: Why?
Baz: Because they are, and all people are, and no-one else will say it. And when I've said that Hungarians are mother-fuckers, I can start calling everyone else who's a mother-fucker a mother-fucker. Simple.
I love Sambuca.
I want some Houmous. I don't know why.
Fucking Sambuca.
No typos? What's going on?
Ooh, found some biscuits.
lik a bad penny
i keep showing up. th only thing thbat is going to stop me from typing corectly is th facdt that i haeve bloody awful; hiccups
i wouldn't mind but i've only had 4 or 5 dirniks. but thehiccups keep interrubping my typing and my train of thought
the pan tonighg was that we were going to go the othe dance cavce and supprise music mnan. he's our frine sho is a dj and it wa his b'day a few days ago. so we arriange to meet up at the pubt beofrehand = with cake i'll have you know - and then we were going ot go and enjoy his music while imbibng some booze
up until th epoint when we went ot the club, all went well. drinking, conversation. it was fun
then we went to dhe club
and he wan't s djing
apaparently he was 'jetlagged'd and 'ill'
panta na d bloody arse is all I can say
needless to say, we ate the cake, dranks some booae and danced our socks off
before hading home at a reasonalb ehour to ensure that ican get up in 5 hours
seriously, i'mnot aht drunk
i just have very badhicups.
relatively sober
i've had a fe drinks but nothing too much
apparenlty, canada were not too good at the old hockey this mnrninging
like man u as well
and the russian has just given carrie a beautifuldress which is not fair
shouldn't wtch thi s whow ehn drunk
but its fun anyway
oh and i'm moving house
Fuck off if you disagree
Van Morrison is a musical genius.
and again
so i fid myself bere again adn i think it's qite sad
i's a ridiculous oc ocle in the norninf and th eonly thing i culd thin k of whas to write here
i watch edht eruby this mornin gand lathoug we winm i didn't relly understrand waht was happheing
and so i'm off to ed onw
knwonikgn tha tsom d drunken irish man wuldn't leave me along
he wa short
ut i mustn'e be shortings a i am quite hsort
you really don't know how muc hI want to go bakc and correcthat I've jus wruitten
ight night
So, I finally speak
I am walking to gym, no less opening the door, when I feel something vibrating against my crotch. Sadly, for this story, it was but my phone.
"Hello Sugar," read The Travster’s text, "would you care to drink with me tonight?" That, I decided, I would. I made my way
to Angel, despite the best efforts of the drivers of the
73 bus. I fucking hate London bus drivers. Not because I believe they are all cocks, but because i KNOW 5% of them are cocks. Hey moody pants, you might say, it’s only 5%. Let it go. Maybe, I’ll reply, but that’s still 95% who should, if they had any decency, be forcing those 5% of fuckheads out who give the rest of them a bad name.
Anyway, I got there. Okay?
We’d had a few, The Travster and I, when we noticed a lady stood by our side. This in itself was a noteworthy event, but then she spoke.
"Excuse me, are you lot together?" she asked, gestruing at our group in gerneral.
The Travster leant across and cupped my right buttock in his hand,.
"Very much so…" he offered. I perhaps made a show of enjoying this attention more than was necessary.
Said girl came clean with her intentions. She was, she informed us, offering massages. Indian massages, no less.
I, I told her, was already coping with a head swimming in a sea of uncertainty through sleep deprivation: I needed not any more confuusion, Indian or otherwise. The Travster, however, seemed enthralled, and entered into conversation with her. Whether it was the massage, or the exceedingly tight top she wore, I couldn’t say.
After a while, I had tried to sup my beer whilst they conversed, but I found myself drawn back in.
"Where, exactly, Tanya [for this was the name she had introduced herself as having], where, Tanya [I repeated] are you from?"
Essex, came the reply. The Travster perked up at the mention of sex, however roundabout.
"So, how, exactly, are these massages Indian?" I asked
Tanya tried to reply, but by that point me and The Travster were already away, imagining potential situations where a busty Essex girl might erotically smear a chicken tikka masala over a chap’s head.
"It would be amazing," the Travster ruminated, "but you may well get rice in your clothes."I offered some thoughts on how an onion bhaji might feature, but by this point Tanya had crept away from the two beered up loons.
Oh well.
theyvoy is mnine
good eeing to all an dsjdy
i't a ery late our in the ornionf
i have to get up in 4 hous s
the thing i
i thin g that no mateter what the duuknene peol say
i'm still short
fat
an not that attarcitvd
ok
i' going to go homne now
because i'st just too embartassing
good night
and so we have it
Eight,
To be honest with you, I've been drunk fro the last 5 days. we;;, that's a lie. I only had one biottle on m,onday. Lets' have as summary:-
Thursy - The HSBC incident, we didn't get in too mvch troubke.]
Fri - brilliant night - Think I went gome early.
Sat - hilarious, a friends 22nd birthday. Me and Eirian danced our little arses off, much to the satisfacxtion of other drinkers.
Sund - took it easy but met up with an old friend, we has a great laugh but got too drunk.
Mon - work adn only two beers.
Tues - tonight. Was oing to be quiet buyt Simon and Dave thought otherwise. We had a dance and didn't ruin too many gitrls. met obne of the Irish girls from last year (i love them a load) and then danced more.
tired now - backn hopme tmrw - but back in caerdydd for Lloegr v Cymru
can't wait.
