Went on a lil daytrip with the brothers, went to brighton to chill and find some sick stuff in the lanes. Had a rad time just chilling there, my personal highlight being the ‘giant chip butty’ in brighton varsity giant meaning about the length of my arm. Was fookin mint despite the fact the following exchange with one of brightons large homosexual population,something like this:
F: Alright lads, two questions, first of all do any of you like anal sex?
Us: nah man im not really down with that
F: Ohhh come on your in brighton, when in rome?
Us: still a no
F: oh, in that case do you have a lighter?
Us: nah sorry son
You can’t knock the guy for trying,or lack of confidence. a little weird though methinks i may try that one in the student union smoking area sometime though, who knows maybe its just a case of picking the right girl.
anyways i digress we left brighton and decided to hit west wittering on the way home for some foozball and cold sea paddling, got there as the sun was setting to find miles of empty beach, not a soul to be seen apart from two three wheeled micro scooters, which were then 360’d, whipped and in due course snapped. Walked out to some sandbanks, i could see the daily mail headlines about our ‘tragic’ drowning until someone decided that the sea encircling us was probably our indication to leave. On the way home we stopped in some godforsaken farmers field, i have no idea where i can only guess it was somewhere between west wittering and basingstoke. We made a pretty sweet fire, used some weeds to toast marshmellows and all was well.
big love
I forgot to mention we then went to a 24th birthday party with five people in attendance, being 19 and not knowing any of said 24 year olds made this one of the most cringe worthy experiences ive had in a while.
Sandy sandy shoes.
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