the hangover

me and the boyos met up at the boyo caravan in the lakes this weekend for an overdue helping of bestbuddyboyo catchup time.

what started off fairly sedate with lunch and a few pints watching an autumn internationals game in the pub quickly turned into a session of pink sambuccas before becoming what is quite possibly the most bizarre night of my life so far.

I simply have no words to explain the pictures I found on my phone this morning except for RANDOM. And yes, that is an upturned mannequin's leg being used as a karaoke microphone.