2 Missed Calls
"Hi Trevor, what's up?"
"Hi Tickers, what happened last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"The Christmas piss up, what happened in the end?"
After a short pause to think I reply, "Nothing, We ended up at Flares. You were drunk. We went home. Why do you ask?"
"I was wondering why I woke up this morning with a black eye and a split lip."
13 Comments:
merry christmas, tick!
guess what? my YB is in the molten metals game too as of last week!
Molten metals are like people. You have to scrape away the dross to find the shineyness underneath.
I forgot to pray for you on Christmas day - despite that you are definetly not gay!
Also - what are you doing next Tuesday?
Hope you had a wonderful Chrissie! And thank you for delurking on my blog :).
oh, many, many, MANY times have I woken up and had the same words running through my head!
Ah the good old days!
huh?! so you beat him up? tick...never expected that from you! :)
Ending the night in Flares is always a truly terrible idea - last time we went we came home in the police cctv van. Not arrested, just one of our mates was on duty!
Oh you naughty naughty boys. What would we do without you?
I'm sure he was proud of his cuts and bruses!
The same has happened to me too.
Unfortunatly, I had a perfect memory of the night before!
Sometimes it's best not to remember... Live with the mystery.
Sounds like a good night then?
Fewclewz- It's not in me.
Mutleythedog- Let me see.....Next Tuesday.......Oh here it is in my diary....Cottaging.
Chickybabe- Anytime.
Andi- I hope those days don't return for me.
Awaiting- He had it comming:-)
Lippy- Yeh right! We believe you.
IDV- End the night somewhere other than Flares I expect.
Ickle_Bro- You're way too young to be caught in Flares.
Phlegmfatal- I agree, mystery and ambiguety are the spice of life.
Sid- Wish I'd stuck around for the floor show.
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