More webcomic endorsement

So, I was going to not bother posting for a little while, as I figured I could get away with it after the frenzied multi-posting action of the weekend.

However, I did not account for the ridiculousness of White Ninja Comics. A ridiculousness which simply demands endorsement.



That shit is just brilliant.

The Hangover

OKaaay..
Post-party roundup time.

I haven't read anything from last night, but I believe that a blogger malfunction prevented much of the drunken posting that I attempted (at least, dim memories are suggesting something like that)

But yeah, at this point I'm feeling a touch manky. Perhaps starting on the wine after finishing all the cider was a bad idea. Although, I think we're all aware that such things don't exist whilst boozed. (Waking up on the floor of the bathroom in the middle of the night is usually a fair indication that it WAS, though)

Anyhoo, general recollections of the night are stuff like dancing around the lounge, especially at the point when we had our own DJ (yes, the type with turntables and stuff). There was a certain amount of acoustic guitar singalong, and I'm sure a pretty large amount of the ol' talking crap business (which is a given, I guess).

Hmmm. Things are hazy, but a good time was had, I'm pretty sure.

The evening progresses

(i forget the booze count at this point)

So, conversation abounds, BObs revells with a young lady (thats all I'll say) and some of us get more drunk.yay!

Drunk enough to try and mess with Rob by unbuttoning his top, I guess. Is that a bad sign?

ooh. I wrote Steve a cared on the back of a toy car package. Im the best 'random mate' ever. Hooray me :)

There's more, I'm sure, but one forgets thees things.

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Bob here,

I first want to say that everything anyone else says is all (mostly) lies. I'm drinking the file British ales which I will greatly miss when I leave in 6 days.

Back to a conversation...

5 Ciders in..

And things are movings nicely.

Bunch of Bob's mates are here, which is cool. I *think* I'm still doing ok. There's another bunch in the fridge, so we'll see how it goes.

So far we've been grooving to a bit of Beck (guerilito remixalbum) so thats going well, although a certian guest (who will remain un-named) has shown an interest in 80's goop, so I',m hoping that doesn't transpire...

Anyway. I guesws I'm not drunk enough for this to be interesting. Will try again later.

Mofo.

The Coz Speaks

that's a lie. I am not at my peak.

However,i have consumed a substantial amount of booze, - it's taking a while for it to kick it in...


but yum...JIM BEAM

In fact, duty free piss is awesome. O for awesome.

So, in an attempt to be insightful to what has actually happened since the last post, i would say that more ppl have arrived, more booze has been consumed, and we have all met Bob's girlfriend. She seem's fun! yay for bob. I'm sure we will insert a photo of said person soon ish. Such a shame that he is fucking off to bloody sydney on friday. We havent shared enough super experiences together, but hopefully love will bring him back and we can get drunk in foreign countries again soon.

anyhoo....there is rubbish being talked in the Kitchen, thats right.. the kitchen. Is that not the place where the most shit gets talked...??

in funny news.. Bob got a teapot from his work for a leaving party present. How useless. Not. Thats like buying wayne a gun rack when in fact he doesnt 'own a gun, let alone many guns to necessitate a gun rack...'

Bring on the weird naked indian... :-)
bloggiojng

(another barnes edit) A photo of the young coz's first blogging experience.

The Hunter cometh

Bob's flatmate Steve just stopped by with some 1800-year old Roman pottery and we're listening to German pop music and eating pizza. Barnes is wielding a camera fearsomely, and I'm sure there'll be some awful photos of drunken tomfoolery in the near future.

(barnes edit:) aaand heres a photo of the two bobs, just for posterity.

Its time... for carnage

So, we be positioned in the lounge of the young Bob his-self. There is drinking to be done, as its his final weekend here in the U of K.

To this end, I am personally committed to "go out with these people and.... get fucked up!".

Anyways, its step one of (hopefully) a number of posts this evening. I'm also trying to get these other lazy bastards to do the same. We'll see how we go.

This is vaguely the beginning of the night, but I've actually already had 3 cans of strongbow. Whatever.

Photo of me at this point:

The Satanbulance

I managed to dredge this up from the Ensoc website.

You just cant beat the Undie 500 (It's even managed to make it into wikipedia).

Still got it

So, it seems that my talent for, on occasion, getting markedly drunker than everyone else and geting all vomity; has not disappeared.

To make things worse, it seems my booze tolerance has been slipping slightly.

I'm fairly sure I managed to make more of a chumby out of myself this time than usual (although this may be compounded by not being around people who are used to the whole '"Where's Barnes?", "Hmm, guess he must be off spewing somewhere"' scenario).

Naff.

Points for creativity

Some band called 'American Heritage'

They called one of their songs: "It's Like Fucking a Napkin Full of Toenails"

I haven't heard it actually, but points for creative song titles, I guess.

I love to share :D

Success at the electric ballroom

First of all, this isn't related to scoring, at all. If I was going to make a post about that (crass as that would be) it would surely come under a title involving stuff like:

'the poontang blues' or 'the men don't know but the little girls understand' (or pretty much anything that Jim Morrison ever said)

But anyway, the "success" to which I allude is in regards to finally getting a request for Ratamahatta through at the electric ballroom.

My repeat customers may be aware of a certain obsession developing for this song, and noone ever plays it when I request it. This includes that place I went to in Cardiff that had a midnight toast call. Yes, they would give away heated bread, but they wouldn't play my song for fear of it not fitting in...

Brownie points to the electric ballroom for finally giving me what I want.

GIMMIE GIMMIE!

Observations on life, part 1

One cage girl can be pretty hot.

Two cage girls (in the same cage) is exponentially more... porno.