Buttied..... buttfucked.....cunted.

Like most of the other blogs have covered, drinking has been the name of the game recently, with a host of nights out recently since '10 pint Porter' returned from up north. The title of this blog includes words that have been consistently and affectionally used by myself and others who i've been drinking with.

Thursday was a good night as there were shit loads of heads and very roudy banter. This reminded me of the good old days (like in my i-phone screen saver) where everyone would be out and you could sit back, close your eyes and immerse yourself in the crass bent around you. We lost the darts bet AGAIN. Although its been a very unpredictable and frustrating premier league in terms of trying to call the outcomes of the 4 matches each week i would happily lose for the remaining weeks if we won when we actually go to watch it at Wembley Arena. If we all betted on the same outcome and it came in that would be fucking nuts.

I went to Brighton this weekend. No sooner than i had stepped into the flat i was offered (ordered) to do the following dare - to eat a spoonful of horse radish and a hallipino in return for an ice cold pint. Now back in my student days i wouldn't have thought twice about doing it. But even as a working lad i still have this scrounging mentality and ended up doing the dare. Needless to say the bastard things blew my bloody head off and of course i never saw the pint that i was promised later in the evening.

Other funny moments included smoking a fag outside, being told that we were leaving even though i'd only just sparked up, so i carried the lit fag through the bar area in full view and i think i had a couple of cheeky drags along the way as well. I had a completely pointless arm wrestle with a mate who is left handed. He'd fuck me with his left arm and i'd do the same with my right. Utterly pointless.

Lastly i was told off by some girl mates about my behaviour with Kluft. Its funny how boys and girls mentality is different sometimes. The girls were saying things like think how the bf would feel, you can do better, you're living dangerously. Where as the boys were saying to keep doing her, could they join in, would there be any possibility of taking some pictures.