Recently I created 2 rumors one that Justin Bieber had contracted syphilis from an unknown girl, and one that Justin Bieber had broken his neck in a tragic car accident late at night.
It seems that these two rumors I made have hit the internet hard with over 2 million sites posting about it, pretty funny how you drop a small stone into a pond and it ripples.
On a side note I went to my friends party last night with Mike and Sam and it was good at the beginning then a bunch of chavs turned up, then they invited their friends and their friends and before we knew it there was 40 chavs that no one knew.
Eventually they broke the toilet, the washing machine, and several other things in the house eventually the only way to stop anymore damage was to call the cops and ruin the party so the owner did that and everyone got kicked out in the pouring rain and some got their beer tipped away because it was in bottles and most of the people were underage.
All I hear is whop whop whop! My friend Mike just got arrested for assault in my place while we were drinking beer and Cactus Jack’s.
Not too sure on the details right now but I should be acting as his appropriate adult in a few hours, I owe him since he came to hospital with me on my birthday a couple of years ago so I shall go bail him out soon.
I’m 18 in exactly 2 weeks and I can’t wait it’s going to be fucking insane I will be able to legally buy alcohol and cigarettes.
I can rent out flats and even buy one, I can drive a car I will be legally un-binded from doing what I want.
I’m not doing much for my actual birthday as it falls on a Monday but the following Friday I am going clubbing with some friends and then in April I’m going to an epic house party and the Brokencyde & Jeffree Star gig in Portsmouth, UK so if anyone is going to that near by leave a comment or something.
So as a normal friday night me and my friend got together and started drinking vodka at mine, we bought 1 liter and we drunk between us about 3/4 of the bottle.
So we leave mine and I can tell he is really pissed because I tell him to be quiet going down the stairs and he falls down them 3-4 times and almost falls asleep on them.
So at this point I’m thinking he will be okay and then he gets the obvious crab walk of the drunk man and cant even walk in a straight line, by the time we get to where we were going which was Cosham which is about 2.4 miles away from my place he was throwing up and doing dumb shit like trying to break into the job center.
Now he took his shoes off while he was trying to break into the job center, which was weird so I made him put them back on and I told him to wait there while I went to take a piss and I came back and he had disappeared into thin air, I looked around for a while and couldn’t find him so I called it a night and went home like I assumed he had.
Now I get home and go to sleep and I hear the door knock and it’s Luke asking my mum if he left his shoes at my house, the poor drunken bastard took his shoes off again and has lost them. This is what you get when you cannot handle drinking pure vodka, I was next to sober and helping him stand up most of the night.
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