h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We all know that time of night when you and your mates have talked all the crap you can.You've discussed your madiest theroy's onevery subject under the sun,the rooms gone quite and that last swig of what ever the hell you had ended up drinking seems like a really bad idea.Your thoughts turn too what the hell your doing here and why the night seemed to go so fast,then for no reason you suddenly the achool creeps up on you and hits you with the deppresion,your now thinking do your mates actualy love like a brouther or do they just see you as a mobile bank and security service.then just when your moods at its worst your inner self gives you the best bit of advies "feck it" it tells you and you down your drink and pass out on the floor or maybe its just me.