It all started with a pint of carlsberg. I chose a carlsberg for my first drink because I panicked. There wasn't much to choose from at the bar.
Guinness was the third drink of the day.
There was a parade. Just before the parade approached I ran across the street into a shop with an off-license (alcohol seller), and I grabbed two large coffee cups, bought two pints, and then poured the pints into the coffee cups out the back. For some reason drinking on the streets is not allowed. By hiding the alcohols in the coffee cups I had circumvented the law, and as I crossed the road, returning in victory with alcohol, I crossed paths with St Patrick who was leading the parade. It was an auspicious moment. I felt like I had been blessed.
They could smell the alcohol with their government funded genetically enhanced police noses, but they couldn't see it.
Some 24/7 party people.
Why not! After this we returned inside. It was a very rainy day.
More alcohols. I cannot remember taking this.
I was very merry on this very merry day.
I can't remember taking this or where it is from.
At the end of the night I loaded up my pipe and lit it up. On my way home I was offered a lift from some strangers. They were very nice and some guy was offering me cocaine. I refused as I was nicely drunk and high. I got home and then passed out. What a day!
9/10 from what I remember
@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Drunk