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Started as a group of friends. Then we called up more. Now there's people in and out. We can't close the door. Drink it up, one shot, two. But to party I need twelve. Drinking more then's recommended.
Last night I was running round the pub from group to group talking, laughing, jumping, dancing. Drunk.
#movement I remember one Christmas Eve Pub was full and starting to heave A night out with the band Got a bit out of hand Things happened I couldn't believe Went up to get our next drink Someone...
#movement Super gloopy, triple thick This stuff has got an extra kick So powerful it should be banned Don't spill it.
Hi, I've still not made it to a school yet here, been a lot of strikes. I have been smashed everyday though, I think the guy in charge is a pisshead, he's always loading me up on more and more drink.
Home at last. Liverpool was a blast. Fun and frolics. Yes we could have been mistaken for alcoholics. But now I'm all sobered up. Been drinking coffee in massive cups. A weekend for reminiscing.
#nightdwellers I am a nightdweller, But it's light now and I'm lying in my bed, My head hurts as the alka seltzer slowly kicks in, And I start to remember what I said.
Standing in the queue. Waiting for a drink. How longs this bloody line. It's busy don't you think. People getting angry. They begin to fight. Oh yes this is normal. Our usual Friday night.
#household G G-spot: 1 part of southern Comfort, chambord and orange juice.
I has the summertime blues The rain wins, the sun lose I has the summertime blues I want heat not the rains beat I has the summertime blues Want a warm breeze not cold wheeze I has the summertime...
Work's out. Time to destress. Bottle of Patrón. We're not trying to impress. We're just thirsty, from slaving away since six thirty. Dance floors dirty. But we don't give a monkeys...or a lama.
For HeatherAnne Mabel Magenta was a friend to Ivy Spear A pickled little fairy, but please do not fear She is full of love and gives very big hugs When intoxicated she likes to eat slimy...
I imagine buying beer Could appear a daunting task In a foreign pub or bar What to pay and what to ask Twelve pound for a pint in Rome Three pound if you drink at home Branded piss or local...
Irish bloke moves to a new retirement home and starts drinking in a local boozer.
"Eddy" In a marvellous little town Lived a daring fellow, Eddy. He could keep in his hand, for fun, A keg full of fine brandy. He, with his fingers, ploughed land much better than all ploughs.
So after an entire week if work some of us hit the bottle. The bottle of your choice, mine is wine a bottle French red and for others whatever they fancy.
This post doesn't really follow my usual genre, but I think it's an interesting topic nonetheless. I'm about to go out to a club for one of my friends birthdays.
I like to think of this cocktail not as a drink, but as suicide. It's the kind of drink that turns the whale on the dance floor in to a bit of a looker. To begin, one needs a Casablanca.
Start with some good music, blues or hard rock. You should feel a bit dirty when you mix this drink. Which reminds me, this isn't a cocktail and that's important. It's a grogg.
I'd like to share a theory that was passed on to me about why university students seemingly can go out and get drunk every night and still go on to pass their exams, coursework and degrees.
In the lonely hours of the night in a bar, all you can really do is people watch with your colleagues on the bar, which proves as great light entertainment.