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Slight change of plan here. And I apologise if anything's spelled weird as I'm as pissed as a fart, although admittedly I have no idea how pissed a fart actually is. I haven't done fully justified quantific tests with data to support my theory. But I am well gone.
The French DJ is a great guy, and even though we have no money, we went and celebrated his birthday nontheless. I foolishly decided to down his double gin and tonic, and by then I was too far gone. The night continued in a similar vain, excuse me while I try to punch a fly. Ah, it's gone now. I drank quickly and heavily as the one who spurned me (who I welcome pseudonyms for btw) was there and Danni-ing me (i.e. ignoring my presence). Long story, but it's She who shall not be named's fault. Basically it means ignoring my existence.
One absolutley amazing thing did come out of tonight though, I managed to talk The French DJ into having a dance off with a random guy (who smoked him unfortunately). I'd love to be able to dance like the French one, but the other guy was better. He was breakdancing the night away, until one random guy decided to throw his ore in. He began with a headstand, which abruptly ended with him almost breaking his neck and possibly falling unconcisous. I still can't believe I got a guy knocked out in the 3rd person. How mint is that?
On a slightly more worrying note, I have started to try and talk people into hitting me again. I don't know if it wa my bro's girlfriend who rekindled the need for violence, or just the situation in which I find myself, but here I am trying to force people to hit me. I did get to the stage where I was tempted to start on bouncers, but that's a bit of a slippery slope.
The French DJ is a great guy, and even though we have no money, we went and celebrated his birthday nontheless. I foolishly decided to down his double gin and tonic, and by then I was too far gone. The night continued in a similar vain, excuse me while I try to punch a fly. Ah, it's gone now. I drank quickly and heavily as the one who spurned me (who I welcome pseudonyms for btw) was there and Danni-ing me (i.e. ignoring my presence). Long story, but it's She who shall not be named's fault. Basically it means ignoring my existence.
One absolutley amazing thing did come out of tonight though, I managed to talk The French DJ into having a dance off with a random guy (who smoked him unfortunately). I'd love to be able to dance like the French one, but the other guy was better. He was breakdancing the night away, until one random guy decided to throw his ore in. He began with a headstand, which abruptly ended with him almost breaking his neck and possibly falling unconcisous. I still can't believe I got a guy knocked out in the 3rd person. How mint is that?
On a slightly more worrying note, I have started to try and talk people into hitting me again. I don't know if it wa my bro's girlfriend who rekindled the need for violence, or just the situation in which I find myself, but here I am trying to force people to hit me. I did get to the stage where I was tempted to start on bouncers, but that's a bit of a slippery slope.
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