Post-drunk syndrome

Im in a post-drunk syndrome

. Myself and Ally met Lala and Claire down at the beanscene last night. And claire had brought all her neo-christian friends down, including arch-christian Andrew A's ex gf, who he dumped because she wasnt 'pure', if you know what I mean, on the advice of the Head of the Inquisition in our school, Carron, whom is going out with Andrew now, surprise?

So anyway, I hadnt seen Claire in ages, and she told us what she did to her Naveed. Naveed (real name David, but if youve ever seen Still Game, you'll understand) is Claires longtime shag. Hes a totaly player, police cadet, shags anything that moves, got a car, plus will tell a girl he loves her, but says he doesnt want a gf. Wanker. So anyways, Claire was giving him a blowjob in his car (no euphamisms for me!) and he had all his clothes off, for some reason. And when he came, claire says she got a fright, and pushed him right out of the car, in the buff, and locked the door, while dangling the keys in front of him. So Naveed was standing outside, in the cold and dark, whith not a sausage on. And thats oor Claire for ya.

So meyslef, Ally and Lala bought some munchies, and went down to my uncles flat (im getting mine tomorrow I HOPE!) and we proceeded to drink 6 pints of Newcastle Brown Ale, and a large bottle of Martini, along with lots of crisps, cream cheese and roll-ups. Later on we walked all the way down to the trais station to get Allys 'friend' Claire M and Anna, sinfully the most boring people on the planet, who went into a huff because I wouldnt go inot the garage to buy some booze for them because the police were there. The three of us were already pissed, you could tell becuase when we walked along Titwood road, we traied to satnd on each others shoulders to steal the sign, but couldnt, so i just nicked a Traffic Notice sign, GO ME! Cleptomania.

So those rude bastards left, and Ally went off into the bedroom to have fone sex with matty. While me and Lala got more drunk and talked shite, it was great! Talked about Scotland and Camilla and Charles and everything. We also did something really, really vile. I had two condoms in the flat, left over from when i shagged Gordon (the one with the cleft face), so we blew them up, and stuck beer in one and tied it in a knot, then chucked it out the window, how vile!

Went to sleep at about 3, so roughly 12 hours ago. Me and Lala had the 'fouton style bed' - actually designed by a masochist, and ally got the couch, basically because her bodily fluids were all over it from when matty was up. eeew.

So came home a few hours ago, and feeling totally meh. its post-drunk syndrome. ive only had one fag the day, so thats probably the problem. Wait, Ive just realised, its called a hangover. Here I am writing a hole fucking post on a syndrome i htought was all new, and it was a fucking hangover the whole time.

Bloody Christians.