me:
there've been a few occasions where i've been carried home, just so pissed i've stopped functioning and passed out so mates carried me back to bed but a particular time a mate and I popped out for a few jars (the biggest always start this way) and it got out of hand. Next morning, 11am, my missus is back from a night at her mates screaming the house down. Wakes me up with a right head on me, walk out to see what the hell is going on and immediately the smell hits me. There's vomit all over the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, my missus looks on in horror, and vomit all up the stairs. The living room is a war zone, the sofa is soaked in red wine. The freezer is open, everything defrosted. House is fucked. There was only 2 of us, it was fucking carnage.
mate:
so pissed he lopped of half his ring finger on his left hand in the taxi door (he subsequently was told by police), woke up in his room a few hours later in pain and covered in blood and minus a finger. Didn't even know at the time he was so numb from booze.
