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A local bloke has hit it a little too hard on the pre-drinks tonight, taking himself out before it even hit 8 pm.
As someone who considered himself quite piss fit, James Henderson [25] had overestimated his ability to hold his liquor, which may have been amplified by his insistence on doing shots – even reportedly knocking back three in succession when news hit that everyone would be leaving in half an hour.
Mates state that James had been completely fine one minute, before he was seen collapsing onto the nearest surface, gawping into the distance like a glassy-eyed goldfish.
Admittedly a little green around the gills, James appeared to be on the verge of either puking his guts up or falling into a drunken stupor, prompting his mates to grab a nearby food bowl, lest he vomit on the share house’s extremely soiled beanbag.
“Can’t take you anywhere, mate.”
Mumbling a few incoherent words as he was tucked into the beanbag with one of the dog’s gnarled blankets, James had drifted off to sleep under the watchful eyes of his mate Derek, who decided to be a good bloke and look after the idiot.
More to come.
