Party
January 15, 2008You call that a party?
Where are the people rolling through the garden in their own vomit? Where are the people drinking out of the toilet? Where are the people sleeping in bathtubs? Where are the people getting kicked off graveyards? Where are the midnight three hour hikes through the countryside in the rain? Where are the drunk people cycling into the canal? Where are the drunk people getting lost in the farmland, forcing the police to be called? Where are the people waking up in their own pool of vomit? Where are the people swimming in a very famous fountain in Rome at 3am? And so on?
Pssh. That’s not a party, it’s a children’s get together.
Getting lost in a farmland is my favourite story. I don’t know how that happened. And I live in a city. I’m glad that’s a more common phenomenon, I though there was something wrong with me :)
Comment by Anon — January 15, 2008 @ 1:59 pm