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chamclowder wrote:

ChristopherA wrote:still blowin my mind that kids born in the 90s are entering the dating pool

can they even swim yet?

I took my two little cousin to their first rave not too long ago..one is 16 and the other is 14...

I got to watch some wasted older women booty dance on them..

I had my hand in front of my face like a visor..but I was laughing really, really hard on the inside...

The 14 year old kept lookin back and forth at us real quick like we were going to offer him some sort of non-verbal advice..hilarious.

We also saw a totally naked girl getting yanked out of the bushes by an ambulance crew as we were leaving..quite a night that was..

haha, i love getting random numbers in my phonebook when i woke up, have a new one from friday, some guy called 'kirk', rang to ask who it was and apparantly on friday he offered to sell me drugs, i didn't buy any but took his number for future purchases

Remember me Shane ?????

Hows your bum feeling today

Yours Truly,
Big Frank

Diss04 wrote:if you cant remember what happend the night before, you probably had a good night.

I'd take it a step further and say if you can remember exactly what happenned you didn't have a good night

All about trying to piece together roughly what happenned from looking at your call register and any new numbers

bright maroon wrote:The 14 year old kept lookin back and forth at us real quick like we were going to offer him some sort of non-verbal advice..hilarious.

Toss that boy a rubber and some viagra.

haha all about the new numbers and random names you give them....i made a new freind called 'tall man' the other day.

i dunno if it's just me but i always have a habit of leaving myself 'notes' during the night...like i'll think or see or do something and write it down on my phone and save the message.

here are a few from friday:

Orange faces toy at dads shop. some kle sChool windows system on the blue freeze thing

climb chimney tower for moon - sky drawing distorted x

i think they might have been things i saw and wrote down for future creative inspiration or something...

either that or

i blacked out a for a bit on friday night...

Not nice.

dTruk wrote:haha all about the new numbers and random names you give them....i made a new freind called 'tall man' the other day.

i dunno if it's just me but i always have a habit of leaving myself 'notes' during the night...like i'll think or see or do something and write it down on my phone and save the message.

here are a few from friday:

Orange faces toy at dads shop. some kle sChool windows system on the blue freeze thing

climb chimney tower for moon - sky drawing distorted x

i think they might have been things i saw and wrote down for future creative inspiration or something...



either that or

haha yea i've started doing this

Diss04 wrote:if you cant remember what happend the night before, you probably had a good night.

i used to agree but think it's nonsense now. what's the point in having a good night if you can't remember it. i keep forgetting the vast majority of DMZs i've been to and it annoys the fuck out of me

dTruk wrote:

Orange faces toy at dads shop. some kle sChool windows system on the blue freeze thing

climb chimney tower for moon - sky drawing distorted x

lol what?

badger wrote:good night if you can't remember it. i keep forgetting the vast majority of DMZs i've been to and it annoys the fuck out of me

yea man, blacking out is HORRIBLE.

messsages left by my past-encrypted-under-the-influence-self to be read and decoded by my future-sobre-self !


i worked out what the second one was...

i got home and decided to sleep in the back garden---i think from the view i had, the chimney was pointing directly to the early morning moon...

i think i ws telling myself to maybe draw it one day from a distorted point of veiw...

the first one i have no clue though...probably shit i was visualising...

if you do anything creative your already on your way to being half crazy...drugs just make you extra crazy.

last friday i made the decision i was gonna get really fuckin drunk...i made it known too but not so much that i would fall down...i just wanted to be wobbly!...so secretly i took a xanax and started to drink...at one point i tried to dance, but it was more like spinning while holding on to the edge of the bar...as we were leaving the bar to go for a 4am swim at the beach...i busted my ass....then....when we were at the beach i fell again....and then we stopped at the bar again so my aunt could get us another drink and i chugged half a glass of vodka thinking it was water....and then we got to the house and since we were cold we decided to jump in the pool on and i stubbed my toe...after that i passed out.

those are the main details i remembered and were told to me....

i do know i was drinking more then i woulda on xanax because i thought i wasnt getting drunk. tolerance is a bitch hehehe

Last time I blacked out my dad found me in the back garden with powder spread over my face holding onto a bong.

I also barely remember posting here on friday. There might have been a point but I cant see it now.

By the sounds of things this generation will need to be put into a care home by the time we're all 40....

frebentos wrote:

badger wrote:good night if you can't remember it. i keep forgetting the vast majority of DMZs i've been to and it annoys the fuck out of me

yea man, blacking out is HORRIBLE.

this.

I don't know if it's an official term or just something my friends use, but I 'brown out' all the time, this is just when you can't remember anything you did, but when your friends remind you, then you can remember it.

see thats what happens to me most of the time.

wake up like "what the fuck happened," call up someone i was hanging out with the night before and try to piece together the details.

i remember some shit from hanging out at the house after the bar, when i met my neighbor and shit. (funny, i had her saved in my phone but didn't know if i had the name right or not, so last night i had to wait til someone introduced themselves to her to confirm)

but i still do not remember the ride home, or getting tacos before getting back to the apt.

Yeah, I never seem to remember the ride home, or the late night cooking frenzy of waffle batter, hash browns, salsa, refried beans, and cheese all mixed together then placed into the oven, then falling asleep and waking up to the smoke alarm.

My man threw up on the dancefloor at Rowdy in New York City and then passed out on the bench with his head in my lap. I think there's a pic of him laying there, somewhere. He lost his ID that night, but later found it behind another card in his wallet.

Australian Lager For the Loss.