Last night two of my flat mates got kicked out of the pub and had to be brought home at midnight, where they promptly puked on the kitchen floor! :P
It was one of the funniest things I've seen in a very long time! (apart from the puking, obvs :P)
Except an hour later the fire alarm started going off and we had to get up and go out into the FREEZING cold night air. It was so cold that, in my pajamas, my knees were shivering! Tom, the more drunk and zombie-like of my two flatmates, was last out and FAILED US. We are now gathering a lynch mob to get our revenge at the idea of having to repeat the terrible experience, probably next week. :(
This morning, this seemed like a good idea:
Bye bye alarm clock :)
Except that we'd also had a power cut. Thank goodness bad things only go in threes! :P






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