started in the pheasant beer 'garden' got stopped servin drinks in there so we drove to the carriages, swaggered in, manager sez 'no chance yous are aw barred', 'but we spoke to bubbles (the owner) n he sez we're allowed back in'. 'a dont care yous are barred n thats it' 'well **** you then ya **** stick yer boozer up yer arse (that old classic). so, taxi's to the eagle lodge (owned by bubbles coincidently) shot after shot of sambuca, we left of our own accord, (proud of that fact) and headed to the Quin in pishy bishy, left after one drink. headed to the pinkston in possil. drunk around 6 shots of sambuca in the space of the england match. a was cheerin on england just to be a prick. (celtic pub btw) anyway we left there and headed into the toon for a few jars, by this time we are totally legless. 4 of us stagger into a brothel with fish suppers in 1 hand and a bag of swally in the other the woman that ran it was bran new, just told us to calm it down a bit. 1 of ma mate is on the cross trainer ski machine bollock naked, tell a lie he had his socks on then ma other mate calls one of the hookers a junky, so thats it all hell broke loose. we wer told we had 5 mins to get the **** out before 'security' came so after that we split up in to groups of 2. ma mate ended up shaggin a hooker off the street for 40 quid she was actually awrite, a wuda tackled it. after that ended up in a hoose in kirkie where we gave some **** a zidane bald patch with a mach 3. so all in all the whole 'stayin in till ibiza' idea came to nothing infact it went totally opposite.
sunday took a few vals n chilled out, watched a few movies and the soccer. twas rather relaxing. actually feel fresh on a monday! shock shock horror horror shock shock horror! Ibiza on wednesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eat me am a sweetie
You flying out off Manchester Nev? Better watch out for the whole body scanner if you've got any "sweeties" on you
forgot to add the borderline racist altercation in sauchiehall street. some paki shop ower fancied his chances but in the end i verbally kicked his baws by slaggin his jumper, the watching crowd burst out laffin and he walked back into his shop a beaten man. didnt fancy gettin the jail for batterein a paki cos you just know it would be turned into a racially agrevated assault even tho not one racist word was said by anyone.
nah a was careful not to altho a did say 'in english please' in usual suspects style, thats about how far it went. he cracked up cos a went down stairs into his store room, he went ****in skitzo. he said can u no read english and said aye can u speak it. was ready to flatten the prick. anyway am away lads see ye soon xoxox
I like your new signature. Very funny story about he Pole. I genuinely don't know any Poles in real life.
I know 1. he's quiet and quite nervous, not very handsome and has terrible shirts, he likes swimming and skiing
That's ****in shocking...disgraceful! You stopped to have a fish supper!!!!! Mental Saturday nev, wish I was there...but at this age, the hangover would still be vicous!
no drugs involved pud thats why we were so ****ed, decided to do shots instead of lines. didny get a hangover cos a had a bag of ma best friends for a sunday chillout session.
