Tequila, Tequila

Another weekend wasted to alcohol, eh?

Yes, 'same here'.

Sometimes, i am probably one that slightly overstates my drinking exploits, in order to help the momentum of a story/excuse some fat horror that i've been with on a night out/disguise being a bit of a lightweight in comparison to how big i am.

However, in regards to the Friday night just gone, i can safely say that even conservative estimations as to how much i drank are likely to be 'quite big'.

The moment that eye contact was made with the tramp fluid that is '20/20', i knew that sobriety would not be on the menu for the night.
Some clever bastard once said "The name '20/20' was chosen, as it is inversley proportional to your vision after drinking a bottle".

I have to agree.

Invariably, Count. Tequila rose from his glassy grave, to smite us all with his poison (we drank some tequila). After that, memory is actually hazy.
Often, the old 'hazy memory' tactic is employed when a large portion of the night was just too cringeworthy to bear thinking about. BUT, from this night, my memory is actually operating in blocks. Shit ones, with giant holes in...

Due to the previously mentioned cretinity (i have coined a new term, see!?), the weekend has been fairly dull and uneventful.

There is one thing that i think is worth sharing.
I have located, via a fellow perpetrator, a photo of my 'as previously blogged' bus shelter surfing!

Yes, the gurning idiot with his tongue hanging out of his head like a mental is indeed me.