Glen is not my Friend

I give him up, Glen and I are over. He's cheap, he's abusive, and he over stays his welcome the next morning. I can't think of one redeeming quality. He made me fall in a bar, dance (I can only assume) like a retard, twist my ankle from previously stated fall, Spill beer all over myself, drunk dial the US from Beni's phone(including an old Lovaaa....thank god he didn't answer!), Loose all my money (later found hidden in my bra), have a heart to heart with a relative stranger (classmate with whom I've said 2 words to) and force Beni to wake up at 3am and pay my unpaid cab bill.

The night is blurry images to an old school hip hop soundtrack. I will never again, pay £5 for a 1/5 of Glen Vodka, drink it all in the name of pregaming, and go out! Because Glen is not my friend.....