December 8th (Part 2):

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Murdoc tossed the bag of weed over to me while he got on the phone with a local pizza place.

"Oi Stu, what do you want on your pizza?" He asked.
"Um... Pepperoni, mushrooms, Italian sausage, an' black olives..."
He smirked at me.
"Niiiice..." He chuckled before placing an order for two of the pizza I'd described.

The pizza was there in 15 minutes, so we brought it back to my room and toked down.

"Oi, got a bong mate?" Murdoc asked.
I smiled, reaching beneath my bed and fishing out my special bong.
" 'Er name is Fuscia, an' she will rock ya world, man..." I said, petting the bong lovingly.
Murdoc rolled his eyes, chuckling about the fact that I named my bong.
"Oi, don' laugh, Mudz!" I cried, "I 'ad 'er since ah was thi'teen an' lemme tell yew... She. Kicks. ASS."

I got up to go put some water in Fuscia and returned to see Murdoc had already helped himself to the pizza.

I packed some Mary Jane in Fuscia's bowl and lit up.
Just one puff and I was absolutely stoned.
I passed it to Murdoc, who rolled his eyes again and took a big puff.
Wrong decision.

He sputtered and coughed like it was his first time smoking.
"Wow, fuck!" He cried.
"Yeah, she'll knock yew on ya ass if ya no' ca'eful, Mudz!" I giggled, buzzed into a tickle fit.
I took another puff and was out.

"Hey, Stu?" Murdoc asked, "What do you say to a beer?"
I blinked a few times.
"But beer plus weed equals m-m-mh!" I said, doing retarded hand gestures to further drive my point to home.
He laughed.
"Getting high and drunk is fine, just don't blame me if you wake up in the middle of London with no clothes on and a pain in your bum."
I was confused.
" 'Ello genius, you're the one who suggested eht in tha fi'st place." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He went downstairs and came back with loads of alcohol.
"Issat ya whole stash, man?" I asked, taking a bite of pizza.
"Pretty much- I left my whiskey down there, though. Gotta leave something for later." He replied, popping open a beer and handing it to me.
"Bottoms up, mate."

That's all I can remember of that day, honestly...

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