Thursday night = poker night chez MRO.
Five of us, drinking beer, playing poker and smoking joints. It's funny how these nights follow a similar routine of sensible poker for half an hour then, once the first spliff is rolled, on comes FTV and everyone giggles at the totty and we just have a general larf. And nibbles; you gotta have nibbles.
One of these days I'm gonna pay someone to teach me how to smoke. I always feel as if I am missing out when the spliff gets offered to me and I just pass it on. But they know not to get offended. They know I can't smoke. But one of these days I would like to proudly receive the spliff and draw a huuuuuuge lung full without subsequently coughing like a girl.
I am pissed. Pissed-drunk not pissed-annoyed. And a little bit pissed-tired. Now that everyone has shambled off I am chilling out in my living room talking to yous guys and identifying to James Blunt's haunting love song.
I am terrible, terribly drunk.
Five of us, drinking beer, playing poker and smoking joints. It's funny how these nights follow a similar routine of sensible poker for half an hour then, once the first spliff is rolled, on comes FTV and everyone giggles at the totty and we just have a general larf. And nibbles; you gotta have nibbles.
One of these days I'm gonna pay someone to teach me how to smoke. I always feel as if I am missing out when the spliff gets offered to me and I just pass it on. But they know not to get offended. They know I can't smoke. But one of these days I would like to proudly receive the spliff and draw a huuuuuuge lung full without subsequently coughing like a girl.
I am pissed. Pissed-drunk not pissed-annoyed. And a little bit pissed-tired. Now that everyone has shambled off I am chilling out in my living room talking to yous guys and identifying to James Blunt's haunting love song.
I am terrible, terribly drunk.
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suicidedoggie:
How you feeling today?! Your story reminds me of playing cards with R in France one late summer's night. We drank the worst cider you can possibly imagine and, by the powers of Satan, even being drunk on the stuff was no antidote to its foul taste.
ciel:
where are you! you should be my friend now I am here. everyone I used to knock about with has disappeared. thats a good thing as a lot of them were knobend girls 