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Celebrated my birthday last night - woke up to find the usual clothes all over the floor but then a number of other pointers to enebriation of the extreme kind...

Every light in the house on - including the bedroom

A lump the size of an egg on my forehead - complete with graze

Front door unlocked and even more worrying no keys to be found anywhere! I'm now a prisoner in my own home cos I can't leave til I find them! Have checked all the obvious places (several times, just to be sure ) so now contemplating turning the house upsidedown but hangover screaming 'No Feckin Way!'

Have learnt something new - do not drink things called Zombie that cost £7 a throw!

* wonders how she got to 49 without discovering this immutable truth*

So what are your tell-tale signs and/or worst waking moments?

'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind

Give a man a fish and he'll eat 4 a day hit a man with a brick and you can have all his fish and his wife

"Will's to pretty for prison" - Simian

Willy - is bad for your health...

'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus

'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus

'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus

My state of mind is not yours to define!

There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."

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Written by: Wild Child

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Front door unlocked and even more worrying no keys to be found anywhere! I'm now a prisoner in my own home cos I can't leave til I find them! Have checked all the obvious places (several times, just to be sure ) so now contemplating turning the house upsidedown but hangover screaming 'No Feckin Way!'

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The existance of flamethrowers says that someone, somewhere, at sometime said "I need to set that thing on fire, but it's too far away."

'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus

Written by: Wild Child

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Then the silly a**e put my keys in his pocket and went home!

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The existance of flamethrowers says that someone, somewhere, at sometime said "I need to set that thing on fire, but it's too far away."

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A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura

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An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind

Give a man a fish and he'll eat 4 a day hit a man with a brick and you can have all his fish and his wife

"Will's to pretty for prison" - Simian

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind

Give a man a fish and he'll eat 4 a day hit a man with a brick and you can have all his fish and his wife

"Will's to pretty for prison" - Simian

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind

Give a man a fish and he'll eat 4 a day hit a man with a brick and you can have all his fish and his wife

"Will's to pretty for prison" - Simian

Written by: Wild Child

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Turns out the only reason I got home was cos i was half carried, he had to let go of me to unlock the door for me at which point I promptly fell over, hence the lump on the head.

Then the silly a**e put my keys in his pocket and went home!

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Gayle.....!

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Written by: Gayle......!

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Written by: Wild Child

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Turns out the only reason I got home was cos i was half carried, he had to let go of me to unlock the door for me at which point I promptly fell over, hence the lump on the head.

Then the silly a**e put my keys in his pocket and went home!

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That'll be Roman then Sounds like a wicked night, to be repeated next time you come down this way!

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'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus