so we left there at like 11.20 ishh ..we fiiiinally got the dorty3 to towin having prinks onboard! then we got off because niamh had to piss...in ,,,get this; The Flowing Tide! <3 that! so we got stamps from this girl ...an alleged new club. we headed there for $5 cocktails. this advertisement was false. firstly one had to pay 6 €uro in and thennnnnn you got your 5pound cockers,, NOTHANKYOU.
then we went to garage for there phenom 6€ cocktails. we got refused because it was 'toofull'. by this stage i was jonesing for a cosmo more than i needed oxegen. so in the meantimee me and kate went down rape alley for a piss. a man walked past and i think he thought we were doin THE DURRTY.i was well proud.
so we went to where everyone thought the workmans club was.it was not. My nips at this stage could have held 2wo wet dufflecoats so i bounced with kate and steve and we went to purty kitchen.got refused again.kate was too drunk. we then were so cold that we actually settled for the nearest place which 'appened to be fitzsimons.boohiss. we got in no probs thank grawd. i bought a round of jager purely for the warmth and because i had to quit my job at empty pockets and i needed to mourn. i was on the guinntees all nighh. for some peculiar reason we went to the roof and stayed there all night.me and steve were boyfz for the night which turned out to be gyass! we had elaborate stories and what not and kate had to play the role of faghag for the evening.for a change. so then when we were leaving these 5 masso swedish guys asked me was i a homo so i shoved one of them.not like moi at all.and they all seemed pretty shocked. so i used my k-town blood to square up to the tallest and ugliest one who kept putting his hands up and saying 'Jag ar ledsen' which, because i dont speak swedish meant nothing to me i continued until a membah of security made us leave.I later found out with the help of googletranslate that it meant 'I'm sorry'...wooooops.
Upon departing we bumped into niamh and rick who we had lost earlier and we made our way to mcronalds. me and niamh sang christmas songs as it began to snow and somehow kate lost her shoes and ended up walking barefoot.steve soon gave up his shoes. we got into mcronaldos excluding kate and steve because of their unconventional footwear. i got the usual 'faggih' converation with what seemed to be the troll that lived under the bridge in the story of the 3billygoatsgruff. i brushed it off.got my 9 nuggets and went on my way. we ran to d'olier streeet where we found kate crying in spar because she was lost.GYASS.
i bought kates nightlink ticket coz she had no money left.gawd im such a gent.and then we ran for the bussay. the doors closed before kate got on.so she started pounding on the doors and screaming LEMME ON DA BUS!!! Comical to say the least. i dont remember getting off the bus.or walking home. but i awoke the next morning and someone had somehow replaced my head with a jackhammah.good nigh had by all.
Monsieur mAdam
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