Ok so to recap the weekend. Was in the top 3 funniest weekends of my life. But will probably horrify most people as the behaviour was appalling. Like really terrible. I apologize.

Anyway so we started of the weekend as I said playing darts at home drinking a concoction of tenants, Smirnoff ice (a cheap rip off) and amaretto. I couldn’t be arsed going out as I was knackered so came and lost some $ at poker. They went out and destroyed a club. Basically some people (not my housemates + mates) nicked a crate of VS and were giving them out. A bouncer saw my housemate had 2 in his hand and asked him where he got them from. For some unknown reason he replied ‘dunno, I did not steal them though’. What an idiot, they called the police and he legged it. Bad start to the weekend. So they came back and were up till about 5.30 and had the legendary mayo, ketchup, marge and tzatziki fight. Obviously being LADS they were up at 10ish and off for breakfast. They went to wetherspoons and the rules (see previous post) were enforced. Can you handle a veggie breakfast was asked to one guy. FFS, course I can. Long story short it came, he abused the breakfast and waitress (when she had left- I fucking hate mushrooms, what a shit breakfast) and someone, quick as a flash says tell her. Bad times. So he goes and tells the waitress. She wasn’t happy. Then a woman walks past their table and my housemate says ‘she’s horrible’ like 3 people all shout tell her. So he runs after her, holds the taxi door open and tells her. This is probably the worst thing I have ever heard anyone do and do not condone it.
Onto bowling where again the guy was asked if he could handle ordering mushrooms for lunch. He of course accepted and then complained. Tell her. FFS. He refused as he said it was rude (these guys had twisted logic) so he had to run all the way across the bowling alley, in the middle of the lanes topless, screaming, I fucking love mushrooms.
Back home and we started pre drinking for the pub crawl. What a stupid idea. Anyway some random’s came into our house, we had never met them before. They walked in as I was wearing a bike helmet and another guy was hitting me as hard as he could in the heard as he had asked could I handle it. Course I fucking can. One was wearing a black shirt, white tie and blue cardy. A bloke. I leaned to guy next to me and said, really nice shirt tie combo, he replied, tell him. FML, so I told him, the whole room went silent; they all thought I was a cunt, which wasn’t far of the truth, whilst 5 others cried with laughter. Onto the pub crawl. Oh and my mate had to do the worm in every pub.

Pub 1: broke a pool cue over some1, bunch of scrots in the corner and a guy said they looked mysterious. Tell them. He refused on grounds he would die. Forfeit time. He had to walk into a later bar, take his top of, stride to the bar, show his guns and order a STRONG BOW, whilst acting out what he said. Then see it away.

Pub 2: lots of press ups but nothing too bad
Pub 3: STRONG BOW time, my mate said my other housemate fancied this other girl, right next to his sort of girlfriend. They have not spoken since (my housemate and the girl). Again nothing to bad
Pub 4: saw a fat guy, some person said he looked like Fabio capello. Someone then said more like fatty capello. Tell him. Uh OH, he refused on the grounds it was bullying, STRONGBOW time. My housemate had to admit his relationship (of 4 years) was based on 90% laziness. Didn’t go down to well. Bouncer asked my housemate for ID. He came in and said he was a wanker. Tell him. He did, good lad.
Pub 5: Can you handle eating that bunch of lilies, so a guy did, well tried and got quite far. More STRONGBOW times, lots of press ups (M-I-N-E).
Pub 6: made barwoman cry ( no quite sure why), maybe due to spraying beer round like champagne, bouncer went mental as it was 6.30 ish pm

Pub 7: things started getting really bad. Guy said his mum was a slag. Tell her. So he called her, told her. Also can you handle a pint of ½ vinegar, ½ beer. Course I can. Dancing on tables, bouncers angry, left quickly

I won’t go on but the night continued to pub 14, a couple were closed and a couple we were refused entry into. Night ended with alot of (play) fighting in the student bar, lots of rugby tackling, lots of snakebite and lots and lots of shouting. general we fucking owned that place, dominated the whole bar. really nice, good work LADS.

All in all a great night, disclaimer, its a student area, this happens all the time, we are not bastards and are not all wankers all the time. Just some of the time. Who need a blowout before exam period.

Anyway i have spent 40 hours in the library this week (10 hour days FTW) so back i go, i shall re-emerge in about 10 days.