PISS TANK SUNDAY!

Worked all day thinking, dreaming about what the night has in store for us!

IN BED BY 12.30pm! I remember there was cocktails, yager-bombs and doubles. I know we drank three bottles of wine before we went out. Basically I was smashed running around after Zammit while he was working the bar. An absolute nightmare, I'm surprised I didnt get thrwon out. I have a vivid memory of running away from Zammit after him telling me to f*** off cos he couldnt serve, anyways I fell over, on my arse. At that point Kevin said I asked him to put me to bed.

Someone needs to learn to handle their drink me thinks!