Thursday night jihad

Sooo it was another drunken fucked up night in S'land.

We meet up at a different place this week, this is the first time our thursday night route has changed in about two years. But I digress.

The conversation is dire, I demand that everyone drinks snakebite to liven to motherfuckin party up yo.

After a while the conversation starts improving we go to some shitty new bar along the road, I recognise some girls I know from about five years ago, so I tell my drunk friend to go and pull these little hotties who are sitting under the DJ stand. I follow him across.

Naturally he fucks up big style, I try and save this fucked up mess. And then end up amoging the DJ. AAAGGGGHHH.

We move on, and I'm insisting that no-one is allowed to get phone-numbers ever again. I give an impassioned speech on getting laid there and then or getting giving a flat out NO.

In the club, it's the regular thursday night shit-fest, I see my beloved ##### with her new douchebag. Her friend starts hitting on me, I tell her that I eat girls like her for breakfast, and that she's boring me, but naturally she keeps coming back for more.

We walk off bored.

Across the other side, one of the guys who's out with us is arguing with his girlfriend. Or some shit like that....this argument culminates in him steaming into the dancefloor and attacking a group of people. he comes out fine.

Aforementioned girl returns...we're drunked now, and singing:

Steve Bruce are you listening?
Our trophy is a glistening
Because we're five points in front
You fat Geordie cunt
walking in a Keano wonderland

She doesn't know what to make of this...I tell her to be gone.

More drink is consumed. We leave to get food, open up a conversation with a couple of hotties in the pizza shop. I'm talking smack but they're loving it. Really should have laid these two. It was on.

I shouldn't drink so much. If I drank less I would be getting laid like a fucking pimp. AAAAGGGGHHH

Will write more, when I'm more sobre.

-m