My Last Serenade

Well, yesterday was epic.
9 Jack Daniels and Coke (One of which was bought for me by a beaten Tory, geddin)
7 shots of Jack Daniels, straight.
4 shots of Jagermeister
1 shot of Tequila (ergh)
and a Jagerbomb.

Ultimately resulting in me drinking my weeks worth of alcohol within a 12 hour space. Yet I was still unable to fall into a beautiful drunken stupour.
Brens 18th last night was just utter carnage from start to finish.
From me extending my winless run at pool to seeing Rainbows penis, the entire night was one of drunken teenage debauchery. Which I loved.
Whilst on the road trip up to Berwick, we witnessed first hand the de-flowering of Whiskey drinking for Lewis Stephenson. One which resulted in a hilarious coughing fit in the back of a tightly packed Renault Megane.
Once in the land of the sweaty socks I was struck by an overwhelming urge to open up the Jager, which I did, and being the kind hearted individual that I am *Cough* I decided to share it out with everyone, which basically set the ball rolling for a pretty heavy night of drinking on my account.
The key events of the night included

• Me falling asleep with a bottle of Jack Daniels in my arm.
• Headbanging with my mates
• Reminiscing about old First School chicken curry
• playing acoustic guitar whilst my friends sang beside me, campfire style, except without the paedophilia
• and finally, gang -raping the birthday boy himself whilst shirtless.
  

All in all, people are more impressed at the fact I was still ok after drinking a substantial amount of booze. Whether that's a good thing or bad thing, who knows...

In the meantime, I suppose I'll just continue drinking my own body weight in Jack Daniels until my liver just says "Fuck this" and packs in
Let's do this shit. CAW XX