ahhhh why the fuck not.... so my mate had my house keys and phone and shit like that cus naturally - ducks dont have pockets. so he ended up pulling some bird and went back to her place forgetting that he had my stuff. if anyone remembers the weather last year it was fucking awfull and my outfit consisted off..... orange face paint beak orange hair dye chicken boxers burberry knee high socks red gloves swimming flippers flamed shirt with feathers. and that was it.... so with nowhere to go at three in the morning,pissing rain,windy and pished i decided to hitchhike. after a period of time i finally got a car to stop. some guy in a mercedes picked me up and took me to my friends house ( i didnt know he was at that chicks house). the driver got pissed because my face paint was over his seat and feathers all over his wifes car. so when i got out i sat outside his house for about an hour and a half in the freezing cold. i then hitchhiked again to go to another friends house. my feet were soaked,i had to carry the flippers because they were impossible to walk in and were three sizes to small. a taxi driver picked me up and took me down to my mates and he wasnt answering. so i kipped outside his house for a while untill he answerered. about half six in the morning he let me in. was so ill the next day. never again. never again. this year im going as a ghost. the whole evenings events were ace though untill that...