Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow... why am I writing this now? My head feels like someone took out a cricket bat and went for a few 'sixes', using the old noggen as the ball.
Nothing offsets your great night out, like not winning... but, bastardising a little advise my uncle used to give me (never let facts get in the way of a good argument), I'm going to say, never let facts get in the way of a good piss-up.
Truth be told, I hadn't intended to drink... I should have seen this a mile a way, because as soon as I said it, I hear "penalty shot! Not drinking!" Now, make sense of that one. Anyway, being the good sport that I am, I agreed to take the penalty shot (in this case, the 'shot' consisted of a tea cup... full of vodka). After I finished the shot, I was informed by the rest of the team that I was, in point of fact, drinking. So, live and let live, I took the free beer, and took a seat. One of the boys walked by me, spilled beer on my shoe, at which time I heard: "penalty shots! You for spilling, and you for having beer spilled on you"... I love the rules of penalty shots... so one tea cup later, I was good to go, when, you guessed it: "penalty shot, you need to catch up!"... now, I'll be honest, at this stage, I was fairly sure I had caught up... but long story short, I was given the 'end' (I'll let you determine what that is) of a liter of vodka, and off we go.
So, as you can probably imagine, we were all a little colourful at this stage, when we were invited, as a team, to go to a party on campus. Life is good we says so we do. We grab a few cabs back to campus, get to the dorm, and the RA... that's right, the weeds, with no authority, kicked us out, before we ever got in... needless to say, there was a lot of rushing the door and singing at that one!
To cut a long story short, I reek of vodka, my head is pounding (there was no badger tonight), and finally, fuck Bective.... ah, that feels better.
Nothing offsets your great night out, like not winning... but, bastardising a little advise my uncle used to give me (never let facts get in the way of a good argument), I'm going to say, never let facts get in the way of a good piss-up.
Truth be told, I hadn't intended to drink... I should have seen this a mile a way, because as soon as I said it, I hear "penalty shot! Not drinking!" Now, make sense of that one. Anyway, being the good sport that I am, I agreed to take the penalty shot (in this case, the 'shot' consisted of a tea cup... full of vodka). After I finished the shot, I was informed by the rest of the team that I was, in point of fact, drinking. So, live and let live, I took the free beer, and took a seat. One of the boys walked by me, spilled beer on my shoe, at which time I heard: "penalty shots! You for spilling, and you for having beer spilled on you"... I love the rules of penalty shots... so one tea cup later, I was good to go, when, you guessed it: "penalty shot, you need to catch up!"... now, I'll be honest, at this stage, I was fairly sure I had caught up... but long story short, I was given the 'end' (I'll let you determine what that is) of a liter of vodka, and off we go.
So, as you can probably imagine, we were all a little colourful at this stage, when we were invited, as a team, to go to a party on campus. Life is good we says so we do. We grab a few cabs back to campus, get to the dorm, and the RA... that's right, the weeds, with no authority, kicked us out, before we ever got in... needless to say, there was a lot of rushing the door and singing at that one!
To cut a long story short, I reek of vodka, my head is pounding (there was no badger tonight), and finally, fuck Bective.... ah, that feels better.
