Life Behind Bars: Out with the old, In with the spew

So i went to a friends house for new years, and of course that sister of mine just had to come along too. Deadly.

The evening started out with myself and Aaron driving around preparing to get some booze and smokes; "Hey man what are you drinking?" I asked him to which he replies "Eh... that one with the white label" "What Stella!?" "No man, the non-alco one". Now this meant Beck's a shit tasting, pointless beer brewed by what I can only imagine as Spinster ladies milking their numerous cats and mixing it with the oldest hops and selling it for a fortune. So in the end he got his 6 becks.
I got 20 bottles of miller. I got VERY drunk. And fell over ALOT. Heres how:

So we arrive at Garry's and of course yer man over here is the first one with a beer open and a fag in his mouth. So on go the tunes and out goes the sense, no really its fifteen minutes into the session and my sister, the young one, the 14 year old one, has already conquered 5 normal sized Bulmers and is flirting with Aaron, my best friend, the 18 year old one, who is about 3/4's of the way through a Beck's Non-alcoholic beer.

Then they try to play a joke on me with a photo of my mate and my sister getting a bit intimate to witch (remember at this stage I'm on maybe 9 bottles and feeling a bit tired and emotional) I freekout a bit and get really pissed off.

I then proceed to drink myself into a complete mess, It was lovely.
Last thing I remember: "Hey man yooooooouuuuuugggggeeeehhhhrr swwwwaaaaaying" To which i reply "Fuck off! mumble mumble mumble". And then I Fell over for the first time.

When i come to, I'm lying on the couch and one of the girls comes over and i have a rather sober conversation with her, probably about anything but me.(at this point im covered in whipped cream, a strip of bacon on my face and cellotape all over me) So then i go to the fridge for a Drink of water.

Picture this; In a mess, fridge open, eyes moving between a bottle of water, good olde water, or a bottle of southern comfort.
The whiskey wins.

So after this bottle of southern comfort Im lost as to what happened, but here are a list of things that DID happen as a direct result of this: (Pause writing, lighting a smoke)

1) I got sick alot (Helped by a nice motherly figure, a hot friend of Garrys mom. Thanks Honey)

2) I fell over alot (Helped by a good healty nite of drinking, nice enough, But no thank you)

3) I walked in to a Taxi ( The door, not inside, I may have fractured my nose)

4) I lay on the ground outside a shop untill my father passed and saw me (Fuck. Fuck.)

5) I thought he was a taxi driver nice enough to lend a helping hand. (I will never live this down)

6) I was in an absolute mess. (Yea i know)

So all in all a very good nite here are some photos: