So I come in to work.
Not much going on. 2 jobs in the print queue I'm thinking get out of work 4 hours early and hit the pubs.
Then 2 hours later some inconsiderate ---Bad words, bad words, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when saint censors you?--- decides to submit a 150,000 impression job (that's enough printing to keep us occupied for 4 days). I manage to get most of it done in 5 hours.
So I'm late to the pub, I get to my mate's place, he's watching Harry potter. I wanna go drinking. Nah, we gotta finish watching it.
At the pub they won't let us in cause it's too full so we go next door to the gothic bar. not bad. The night is starting to turn around. then I run out of smokes so I go next door to the other pub to use their machine. I'm greeted by about 20 blokes kicking the living ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- out of each other, the bouncers AND the cops.
I gotta get my smokes. I make it past the rumble (One of the bouncers got half his face taken off by the way) and drop the first coin in the cig machine when i realise my eyes are burning.
Everyone who is left in the pub decides to say ---fudgesicle--- really loud at the same time and they all bolt for the same exit. meanwhile my eyes are burning, skin is burning, trying to get the coins out and head for the same door.
I reckon the cops emptied about 5 cans of pepper spray in the pub because even 20 meters from the door was death.
I got the smokes and was coughing for the rest of the night and my eyes are still on fire from the damn spray.
Bloody cops.
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