Well, porky and I went to this gay pub off Oxford Street called The King's Arms - very nice place. We had drinks and chat, then my mate Marty turned up. More drinks, blather and cigs ensued, and a very nice time was had by all. A few other people turned up, and needless to say I got rather drunk. I made the mistake of going to a McDonalds (I forgot just how much I hate that food so), but got home in one piece, so all is good.

I have a vague recollection of porky trying to bite people's bums....did this happen? At least he didn't try to pimp me out, like he often threatens to do. Porky the Pink Pimp....

Gals with vision prescription glasses normally have abnormally large clitorises ... And they often smell of mustard and want to pursue an enticing, adamant career in Neuroscience and Herbology; they tend to fancy dogs without genitalia and play "Exploding Cricket" as much they can. Also, "The Minutemen" is a group they will consecutively, auditorily engage in for a half-hour, until their exhaust manifolds are done being fat-over-leen'd on; that's right, they paint on car-parts while late 70s experimental bluesy punk is played loudly. That's them, those cheeky glass-gals of the world....

I am back from partying hard, and still a little bit drunken.
resumee:
1/2 bottle of whiskey
2 tequilas
a lot of beer
a shitload of cigarettes
a true beatiful women I dont know wants to meet me there again in two weeks (????!?!?!?)
and a ilarious dance with one of the other two women (not the one which has stolen my heart :))
= a hell of a party

ha.

yeah he's like that.
funny twat.

yayahe
yoyohehohoyayahe

eckieckipateng

my party yesterday, was as good as yours.
beer
wodka in one hour
another couple of beers
dancing whole night with the most beautiful girl I've seen in long long time.

and today I'm weak, and I've got big hangover.

salute.

same about me. unfortunately I got no name/number anything of her. shit and this mysterious "meet me in two weeks" thing, that she havent told me...she told it a ladyfriend of mine??? what, I am confused but who cares
PARTYYYYY ahem hangovertime

maybe 2 weeks are needed to recover from the post-sex-chaange-surgery ha ha!

is that so?
hrhrhrhr
NO!

but you know it's kind of good too, you burn for her. I mean it's good for her, because if you will be there after two weaks, it will mean something :p

happy sunday

same to you, al tonno.

how has it been my great slovakian hero?

Hello y'all

good morning fox

ok so far, just had breakfast and a cup of tea. i'm planning to go to an oi punk concert tonight since the singer is my colleague. ;)

sounds great.
I am still exhausted from partying, but I have to do some typo-work that needs to be done till tomorrow

In the year 3030 everybody wants to be an MC
In the year 3030 everybody want to be a DJ
In the year 3030 everybody want to be a producer
In the year 3030 everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music