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teenage house parties
they were great, weren't they? Uni parties were good but not quite the same, mainly because I was too monged out to actually do anything.
My favourite party memory comes from a mate's 16th. It's a lengthy one so you have been warned.
Will Reed, a local knobhead who fancied himself as a tough nut, came to the party to twat Rhys, who was dating his ex. But, generously, he brought a six-pack of lager to drink after he'd smashed Rhys' head in.
He was greeted by our legendary school dimwit G, who accepted the beer with an enthusiastic 'THANKS A LOT MATE' (they'd never met) and sat it down on a table next to a load of nibbles and dips.
One of the girls, presumably unaware two lads were kicking fuck out of each other outside, asked G to bring the lagers into the kitchen. Always helpful, G grabbed them but also copped a handful of the tablecloth beneath, sending aforementioned nibbles and dips everywhere.
The best bit, though, was G's reaction - he looked over his shoulder, saw the carnage behind him, but carried on into the kitchen, lagers (and tablecloth) in hand. As we were cleaning up, he came back in with a can of Stella and sat down as if nothing had happened. What a guy.
Share your teenage party anecdotes here, if you can be arsed.