A Pint

Pint~ a British Imperial capacity measure (liquid or dry) equal to 4 gils.


Although not sure what the actual size of 4 gils is, (as I'm not an avid fisherman) I am however almost positive it adds up to about a pint. When a gentlemen decide that it is the time of the week that they must gather together and consume a pint; one would think that a pint will be all that is consume. Women aren't always right.

On this particular Thursday night, a great sum of fishy breathing apparatus was consumed and it would end quite courageously in bed with two other men.

The night began with a drinking game that involves celebrity names in which you must link the first letter of the surname name be the first letter of the forename in the next name. If the same letter starts both name it reverses the flow, here is how it went.

Michael Mcintyre- Mandy Moore-Madeline McCann-s-i-l-e-n-c-e- Mohammed?

"No not Mohammed you bad muslim, you jihad muslim!"

After this brain teaser, courtesy of OK! magazine, the five us gentlemen were truly under the influence... in this mind set we preceded to ride our bikes 2.2 miles through the city at 1 in the morning. Searching for something to achieve in the youthful hours of the morning, but nothing. The town was quiet, the entertainment was self born... it was like the fun had been A-sexually excreted through the power of alcohol. We all recorded falls of up to six times, a punctured tyre, a bad back, ripped jeans and what might have been a male orgy if any of us actually remembered.

Whatever happened, happened. You cant stop an erection in a storm of mutual erections.