SATURDAY NIGHT DRINKING

I saw you dancing baby,
In your X-ray gingham dress,
I knew you were under duress,
I knew you were under your dress...

I like that story. Watching them on the beach.

Hi Flim. I've got nothing to drink. Nothing alcoholic that is.

the beer run out. and so was the money. we reached into our pockets (and I'm sure you remember this Flimmy) all we had was $2.46

Just enough for a flagon of Langwarra!

and we'd head up gray st and grab a bottle, head back, and watch Willisee on ACA...it was that long ago, before he fucked the holy ghost.

and our front room become a room of empty bottles, and when they complained we'd bang the roof with the broom and tell them to shut the fuck up...smoke filled lounge, north facing, with venetian blind...I remember finding that bag of mushrooms and surrounded meself with all those lady pictures...

Lovely memories of drinking alone.

Poofy Jim
c/- Down the Hall

once i got so pissed i shat on a pier. And then I stood up and stepped in it.

leaped into the water and drowned.

Blind Freddy

A rather large penis was up my arse and I immediately called Canberra to get married.

No. Not really. Just made that bit up.
But I have been pissed on a Sat night that’s true. Looking for Orlando Bloom I have fucked some fucking fat pricks.
With their ribbed rubber wear my arse has been rubbed red raw.

I’m not scared of my truth; are you of yours?

Run out the room and tripped over my trousers as I pulled them up. Ended up on my back, in the lane staring at the sky.

Help me lord!

Genuine confessions? Or empty mouth blather of the internet?

@Previous to extinction 1.5 out of the 3 confessions there are true mate.