PUB GOLF. the time honoured student tradition where seemingly normal individuals dress up like caddy toting twats, treking from booze dens to watering holes, with the aim to get as ratted as possible. how did it go, i hear you cry?! well, i decided to UNDRESS on the dancefloor, ate face with mulitple homosexuals and chipped my tooth. not to mention bruising my entire left side of my body. so yeah. the hangover was divine, as was the 2 hour visit to morrisons. but the icing on the gap-toothed cake was that freshers week begins on sunday. poor liver, its just trying to help me live but i keep knocking it down.
went dentist today, and my drunken antics are going to cost £50 to fix. fail. x
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