Piles of sick

I have a sick-stained t-shirt and jeans and I have sick in my car which
a very nice young lady called Whitney cleaned off me

If I wasn't so drunk I might've enjoyed it!

Thank, Whitney if you're reading this.

 

Whinging Courier wrote

In retrospect I feel I was disappointingly sober.

I'll try harder next time.

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, steve auvache belched forth and ejected the
following:

At least you stayed awake for the dinner. I missed that but I'm told the
Thai curry was good.

If you try harder to get drunk, I'll try harder to pace myself.

Was nice to see you on the motorway, too.

 

Don't worry, I got photos...

 

Whinging Courier wrote

It was all good, as ever.

You was fucking lucky, if I had noticed you earlier you would never have
seen it coming.

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, Dan White belched forth and ejected the
following:

Cool.

I don't know whether to be chuffed or scared.

 

Seeing as you don't remember the "Toilet Roll Porn" photos, scared is
probably the way to go...

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, Dan White belched forth and ejected the
following:

OMG. I really thought you were joking about those.

 

I watched you throw up and whitney cuddled me to hide from the terror.
You obviously don't remember my comforting talking as you were
throwing up.

 

At least I got mine over the hedge across the road...

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, BGN belched forth and ejected the following:

I don't remember much about anything after about 3pm

Little bits/flashbacks are coming back to me but I have black holes
where my memory would otherwise be.

Thanks for your words of comfort; I'm sure they helped like a good
greasy breakfast with tomato sauce that slides its way down a fried egg

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, DR belched forth and ejected the following:

Some couldn't quite work out if you were having a /really/ long wee or
were being a trifle ill

 

A trifle? The whole bleeding sweet trolley, I think...

 

I wish I did.

 

From what I've heard about what you were like towards the end of the
evening, it's probably better that way.

 

Never trust the information unless it's from a reliable source.

It's OK, I've set a reminder. That way it will never have happened.
Now if only I could do something about 1991 to 2001.

Still, at least I didn't throw up.

 

Geez.... what time did you start!?
--

jeremy
'01 Triumph Sprint ST in green
_______________________________________
jeremy0505 at gmail.com

 

2.55pm, fucking lightweight

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, Dan White belched forth and ejected the
following:

Close. It was 2pm, I believe.

I'd drank about 5 pints by 3 and that was it; I lost count and recall
shortly after that.

I remember passing out with about 20 minutes to go 'till dinner because
someone said there was 20 minutes to go and then I woke up 20 minutes to
last orders, just enough time to get another one in.

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, prawn belched forth and ejected the following:

The man who "taught me how to drink vodka" moved to the Netherlands when
we were in our early twenties.

Despite evidence to the contrary, I'm not a piss-head. If I was, I'd be
able to drink a lot more than I do.

3 or four pints does me and if I'm feeling wild, I might have 5. I don't
know how many I had at the BOSM but it was more than that and also, in
my defence, 8pm or thereabouts is my normal bedtime anyway.