When I was 17, school took our entire year on a tour of university open days. Had half a G of mandy on me, started out at 10-ish on the coach doing key bumps. Gave a bump to the girl sitting next to me on the coach, off the key, she put her head down towards the key and it must of looked like she was giving me head, cos the dude sitting behind me noticed and shouted 'what the fuck are you two doing!" everyone else proceeded to look at us, as she lifted her head with bright white crystals left all around her nose.
Spent the rest of the day lining up in any bathroom I could get to and chain smoking while rushing my tit's off, chatting shit to my one of my teachers, the Head Of Year, as we walked around university campuses. God knows how he didn't notice.
On the coach back me and a mate proceeded to continue key-bumping while dancing to hard DnB playing on an iPod in our seats. Rolled a spliff each just before the coach pulled into it's destination, and sparked them the moment we stepped of the coach, with teachers all around us in the middle of a busy London street. No idea how they didn't notice that either.
Walked back to a mates house with the spliffs in hand, where I realized I no longer had the mandy on me. I must of left it on the coach, bet the coach cleaners had a fun night =P
I pretty much can not figure out to this day how I got away with that. Thinking about it I should have been caught a thousand times over.
Oh and let me just say, sitting through university lectures on mudmah is one of the most frustrating experiences one could ever go through. Every time someone prolonged the experience by asking a question I wanted to stab them in the cunt. =P
Spent the rest of the day lining up in any bathroom I could get to and chain smoking while rushing my tit's off, chatting shit to my one of my teachers, the Head Of Year, as we walked around university campuses. God knows how he didn't notice.
On the coach back me and a mate proceeded to continue key-bumping while dancing to hard DnB playing on an iPod in our seats. Rolled a spliff each just before the coach pulled into it's destination, and sparked them the moment we stepped of the coach, with teachers all around us in the middle of a busy London street. No idea how they didn't notice that either.
Walked back to a mates house with the spliffs in hand, where I realized I no longer had the mandy on me. I must of left it on the coach, bet the coach cleaners had a fun night =P
I pretty much can not figure out to this day how I got away with that. Thinking about it I should have been caught a thousand times over.
Oh and let me just say, sitting through university lectures on mudmah is one of the most frustrating experiences one could ever go through. Every time someone prolonged the experience by asking a question I wanted to stab them in the cunt. =P