Public//Enemy
Bluelighter
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- Sep 14, 2005
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I shall not be admiting anything today. I mite actually meet some of you people at some point.
yes.
yes.

One of my more shameful experience involved lorazepam and booze, me and a mate got pissed then split a bottle of vodka and a handful of lorazepam (I had a few moggys and vallies as well) then in our deranged state we decided to call on one of our more sober brained mates at 11pm to watch a film even though he had work in the morning. He is a former caner so humoured us and let us in, at this point I black out.
I woke up in bed the next evening around 8pm with no memory's of the night before feeling great, then I turned my phone on and found out I had called my mate every name in the book, dragged all of of his character faults out into the open then when he tried to throw me out I smashed his house up, I heard later from my mate who was there that I got his landlords sailing award (big glass Olympic thingy) and smashed it to pieces.
Then my mum phoned me, my neighbours at the time had found me in the block of flats hallway completely naked with a bottle of vodka, I went for them so they locked themselves in and called my mum and had her come and force me to bed.
I never found the clothes I was wearing so I can only assume I discarded them somewhere along the mile journey from my mates house to mine, I very nearly lost a good friend for ever, thankfully after about 6months he started talking to me again and I royally pissed of my neighbours and my family.
My mate who was with me drove his car home, shredded the tyres on one side and drove the next 3 miles on just his alloys.
Moral of the story booze and benzos don't mix, never stops me once I've had either though.
hahahaha, best story ever.
needless to say I went straight in the house and another another capfull... as ya do.
Do you really use the cap to measure the stuff out with?