i'm not telling until i come home at christmas!!!!

After the stupid amount of alcohol consumed the night before we had to get up at 11 to go play a rugby match against the stompers. this was made easrier by still being drunk. when we arrived at the match we were informed that paddy could not sign as a guest player and that he had to register with the club for a year which would cost €50. paddy paid and he was adamant that he was going to hurt people on the pitch.... and he did that. we were told that the stompers out half was playing rugby with Malta 2 years ago but fell out with the management after he had to pay his own physio fees.... paddy had him taken out before the end of the first half! he had to be carried off by the physio... i hurt my spine aswell but i played on cos i am a legend. i'm out for about 3 weeks now though... after the match we went to our club bar to watch the ireland argentina match. paddy was man of the match and so he had have a drinking challenge against the best player from the stompers team.... this could only go one way, lets just say that paddy embarassed the other guy with his superior drinking ability. that night we had the french party at the residence, paddy loves the french.... these international parties usually involve all the people from a certain country collect money and then buy food and drink for everyone. at this french party they had massive 12 litre basins of wine which we helped ourselves to 4 of these basins and we had a massive drinking contest where everybody had to knock back pints of wine (see my flashbox...). this is where it starts to get interesting.... while getting our taxi to paceville i may have started singing down the walkie talkie radio thing the taxis use to talk to each other and when the driver got out i hopped into the drivers seat. this was all well and good, i can't remember of the driver gave me a reaction or not but while we were travelling to paceville the driver said that he is going to get me arrested so he pulled over beside some polizijea on the side of the motorway and got me out of the taxi, the cops took my wallet and started going through it for money i presume, since i'm a poor college student i had none so they let me go. ain't no bacon gonna keep a playa like me down, HOLLA!!!! two of my french lovers got out of the taxi and started walking along the motorway to paceville and the taxi didn't stop to pick them up again so i ran back to them when i was dropped off in paceville. i introduced paddy to a new drink called a 'magic mushroom' which is absinthe topped off with baileys. 2 for €2.30, a sin not to have far too many.... we made our way down to La Fuego, a hula dancing themed bar where we met these two very fine examples of Maltese women.... my girl, a 29 year old savage bird with all her own teeth..... paddy's girl, was her mother, 59 years old thank you very much!!!! what he didn't try with her wasn't worth mentioning!!! i could have had my girls number but my battery was dead, she probably would have gave me a wrong one anyway. unsuccessful in our travels paddy and i decided to head for home... had some shisha back at the house washed down with bavaria and called it a night.... (i may add to this later but this is all i can remember for tonight.)

I collected paddy at the airport at half 8 in the evening and we travelled by bus back to the residence..... now this is where it all starts to get hazy..... earlier that day i purchased two crates of bavaria and two bottles of southern comfort from the local supermarket for a quite decent price of €60, as soon as we got to the residence i started to introduce paddy but paddy needed no introduction, he is a man that has a way with talking to women...he scares them until the point of where thay fear rape is the most likely end to their evening.... so anyway, we polished off most of the alcomahol and headed to paceville. the evening went quickly downhill from here. i'd like to think that we were very well behaved but i do have a flashback of paddy asking me where the jacks was in the strip club, i later learned that we stayed there all night. it was also revealed to me that in the taxi on the way back from paceville at 4ish (all drunken guesstimations) that i sat up beside the taxi driver and started poking him in the face while he was drivand and then trying to cover his eyes with my hands. he was laughing in that 'stop you are going to kill us all' kind of way.... the night ended at 8 in the morning with paddy being thrown into the pool by a group of ravenous girls....