Well, that was an odd dream. Connor and I were hanging out in a car park, as bros often do, drinking a beer and observing ladybirds, their different patterns and their various insectoid behaviours. At this point a man walks up to us and says that he is the landlord and that we could come view his property now. Deciding that we were bored anyway we decided to take him up on his offer to show us his house, even though we were only screwing him about. The house, from the outside seemed very small, upon going inside it was only one reception room with stairs heading downwards. We then went downstairs into this huge sett of cellars. It really was massive, like three floors of big ass rooms, there was a whole floor of toilets! It turned out there was a party happening on the lowest of these floors, it looked fun- there was cheese and wine, so we decided to ditch the landlord and bluffed our way in by saying that Dave invited us and had got in a few bottles of wine for us. We promptly stole some bottles of booze, ate all of their nibbles and got raucously drunk. Then I awoke because I needed a poo.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 12:34:45 +0000
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