Oh, we used to trash the flat back in halls when we got wankered. First time, we found every single plastic bag in the place and tipped them out into the living room and rolled about in them. And then threw about a stale piece of bread to top it off. Strangely, the cleaners wouldn't tidy up after that!
Another occasion, we found some green potatoes and carved voodoo dolls out of them. Which ended in us throwing them against the wall. And the rest of the potatoes. And the peelings. And other bits of fruit.
Generally when drunk, my silliness involves other people getting my boobs out (or being persuaded to get half nekkid!), making out with inappropriate people and falling over. It's sad that I'm a pretty standard drunk really.
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