Fighting with people (that you know) in the street is always so classy, dontcha think?

Currently our entire street hates us due to a massive drunken bitch fest outside our front door on Friday night. And making a student street hate you is pretty hard to do.

When I was about sixteen, my friend got her top ripped off in a street fight outside a club in Spain. Unfortunately in my panicked state I got the giggles. I've always felt rather guilty about that


God. 2am is a shit time to be awake when you're not drunk. Or street fighting.

nice try.