Flash back time kiddies!

The other day I woke to find myself surrounded by a bunch of die hard rockers who ride motorbikes and wear too tight jeans, then it occurred to me that most mornings I find myself in surroundings my eyes are not familiar with, you know I am not some kinda sex whore, but I am a 'I like to party' whore who will trust anyone with a bottle of vodka sometimes even a can of 75p white ace. I like people. I like to drink with people. I what to hang with them till we pass out and find ourselves thinking 'yeah bad night let's dribble in a cookie' I am not one for taking pictures out (you people annoy me)but this morning in particular I wish I did, it was the perfect vision from what I remember was a ridiculous night, first thing is I actually had some sleep or passed out or whatever but to wake surrounded by the smell of vomit, yucky you just thought did you not? but wait the good part is coming anyway yeah so first taste I taste with my nose is vomit then when I tried to look up and get some air. I couldn't it was like I was in a silver metal cave damp thing, but then I saw a plug then smashed my head on the tap that's right I was sleeping or maybe passed out or whatever in the sink, not my whole of my body but my upper body, it was a double sink and well my legs where somewhere else, they got lost on the way to the sink of course. Right back to the picture in my head.As my vomited influenced head finally managed to get out the metal cave, I find myself laughing uncontrollably that about 10guys where crashed out on the floor, accompanied with pink hair (glitter spray)a pink rubber pink firmly placed on a each person.

Right so
Picture tight jeans wearer rockers/punks attached a head of pink hair and to a little pink rubber duck. The person to blame was the guys room mate Emily, she complained that she was sick of the parties and vulgar attitude of his company and wanted to humiliate him where it hurt the most. His bad boy image. She wanted to capture him and his crew all asleep with pink hair, duckies, flowers and all things pink and girlie. The house was already covered in flour thanks to dear old Glitter stalker idea from the night before she would have smashed eggs around but I hate eggs and would have pulled her hair or whatever, but Emily took it and put it in her own favour. She tagged all photos of the guys looking rather on the gay side surrounded with floor and cans of beer.
I kinda wished I could have seen them all, but facebook and me have not been
friends for over a year now (we are in the middle of a dead end marriage, both refusing to give each other what we what) but I did hear a uproar was caused, but in the funny sense 'like payback' not the 'when your sleeping I will stab your heart out' uproar. 

I think I will add on that note ........with this song and my weird childish humour.

90% of people will not find at all funny. The other 10% is all me darlings