One fine, cold Saturday, me and a couple of Lads gathered up with a couple of bottles of Vodka and beers for drinks in the day.. the day went on and shots became swigging from the bottle... memory blurred and from what i heard, dizzy dinosaurs and roly poly's was the beginning as the sick brewed up in my stomach i felt the need to put my hand down any wenches trousers, kiss every wench in sight and once the vomit was ready, it poured out everywhere, the drunken mess i was. Just as i started enjoying it, the old dear rang to see where i was. I couldn't speak as a human does so a dear wench took over for me, making up that i was poisoned by a kebab. My mother knows i prefer burgers to kebabs so she was already suspecting.. not making it any better all the Lads were taking the piss in the background and my dear papa came to the rescue. They somehow found me and my old dear decided to slap me about infront of the LADpack.. as my popularity decreased, so did my dignity, i had swallowed my tongue and had to be rushed to hospital, swearing at anyone in sight and falling flat on my face. My dad decided to help me walk, after being thrown in the back of our car, i dragged myself to the shower and then bed. The moral of this story is, tell your mum where you are, or she could end up ignoring you for the next couple of weeks.