Haha may have had one too many last night.. I went out to a local bar for a mate's birthday, where I was subject to a particularly thorough search for drugs. I got cunted, and subsequently thrown out, only for the bouncers to point me out as a potential druggie to the fuzz who then gave me yet another thorough search. By this point I was seething, feeling I had been victimised, and narrowly avoided being arrested.
To calm down, I staggered home with a few mates and lit up a doobie, but there was too much booze in my body and I chundered instantly. I was rolled into the recovery position on our brand new sofas while I chundered into a box for what felt like an eternity. I felt like I would never stop being sick. Then my long-suffering girlfriend noticed a queer whiff in the room, causing her to inspect my underpants and confirm her worst fears. Elbow-deep in my crap, she wiped my arse and put me to bed, only for me to throw up once more on her...
I've had a bit of grovelling to do today...
