Glyn Gets Totally Wrecked
Glyn had one too many bevvies tonight and hilarity ensued
as the drunken teenager failed to hold his drink... but not
everyone was amused!
Earlier in the evening, having consumed plenty of champers
and cider, the tipsy Welshman was swaying-around the bedroom
while talking to his peers.
And in time-honoured 'Yorrr my bezzt mmate' drunken fashion,
he proceeded to tell his pals what he thought of them.
He dubbed Nikki 'the entertainer', Ash his friend, Imogen
his 'little sister', Mikey and Pete 'good friends' and Lea
his own personal Victoria Silvstedt.
Then, in a traditional 'get drunk and tell people what you
really think' manoeuvre, he told Nikki that she seems younger
than him (she is 6 years older), before adding insult to injury
by saying, "The truth is, you complain to much".
She just laughed it off.
Later, after going into the bathroom and retching, a completely
wrecked Glyn was then put to bed by Mikey and issued with
a bucket, which he duly used.
"Be sick in the bucket lad. It's alright, just get it
up," said Mikey, as Imogen covered her mouth in disgust.
Mikey and Rich then helped to get him settled, but Suzie was
not impressed and Ash moaned, "It stinks. We've
asked for some air freshener".
Suddenly, Glyn needed to chunder again, but the bucket had
been removed from the bedroom. Hmm, smart move that!
Total panic ensued as Suzie rushed around saying, "Oh
my God, he's going again," and Richard amusingly jumped
up-and-down. Lea darted around trying to find the bucket and
Imogen dived for cover.
With no time to waste and everyone in a flap, Mikey literally
dragged Glyn out of bed and into the loo, where he spilled
his guts down the pan.
The drunken schoolboy settled-down once more, but it wasn't
long before he mumbled, "Get us the bucket, Mick".
Yet again, however, it wasn't present. So, Glyn got up of
his own accord and headed for the kitchen sink.
"Aahhh no... the kitchen sink," shrieked Richard
in semi-amused panic, and upon hearing Rich's cry Glyn headed
for the patio doors, but couldn't fit through... so he was
sick into his hands and consequently all over the floor. Ewww!
The youngster then went out into the garden and sat on all
fours retching, but a priggish Suzie didn't want to let him
back in, moaning that her kind of people just don't do that.
Oh shut-up Suzie, it was a laugh. To paraphrase Mikey, what
young lad hasn't had too much to drink and done it? As the
scouse IT man said, if you don't like it, "Do one!"
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