Drunk. Not regular drunk but so drunk that you attempt to ruin your entire life in the shortest time possible.
You lose all ability to control your arms, legs and use of the word "beautiful".
You drag yourself home at 6.30am and nobody knows where you've slept. You wake up regretting every decision you've ever made.
Often involves gin, prosecco, terrible decisions, selfies, South Africans and rugby.
You lose all ability to control your arms, legs and use of the word "beautiful".
You drag yourself home at 6.30am and nobody knows where you've slept. You wake up regretting every decision you've ever made.
Often involves gin, prosecco, terrible decisions, selfies, South Africans and rugby.
I was so breckoned at the rugby on Saturday that I haven't crawled out of bed for two days. I'm never drinking ever again.... Until next Saturday.
by Brendan Rustic-Oak November 26, 2017