Teenage years are great aren't they? I was at my mates 19th birthday party, and was as liquored up as is humanly possible, It was a huge party full of all these people form our graduating class, probably all 230 of them, and we were all crammed into my house that I rented with friends. Anyway our neighbours made a complaint about the noise, and a few friends were holding their own sing-along with the hifi and mike. I had to get everyones attention to tell them all to keep it down a little so I grabbed the mike and got on, no one could here my half-complete sentences so the mic volume got maxed, I screamed for everyones attention and I got it. Everyone stared at me waiting to yell for me to skull, disappointed by my lack of a drink, and I told them all to keep it down a little. The only response I got was a sarcastic "Stop hogging the mike" To which I just started to act out, and I sang along to the CD my housemate had just resirected. It happened to be Tori Amos, Proffesional Widow, and just as I started singing the neighbours returned to complain again, my high, and paranoid mate thought it was the cops or something, so he shut of the tunes, just as I let out a huge "SCABBY D***", and preceeded to lose by balance in my retarded dancing and fall of stage...... That became my nickname for the rest of my time in that house, I woke up every morning to a scabby ***k.
