Warning! This news stoey could make your eyes water, your toes curl and, if you are a bloke, your willy shrivel up smaller than a cocktail sausage.

Generation excess strikes again.
Remember those booze and weed soaked halcyon days of your mis-spent youth?
Parties, pub crawls, all day drinking sessions?
Waking up next to a cold, congealed vindaloo, wearing a policeman's helmet and cuddling a traffic cone whilst clad in a pair of see through net knickers?
Dying of embarrassment when your friends tell you about how you stood up on the stage at the disco and stripped slowly to George Michael's 'Careless Whisper', before telling the few who were still standing about how much you just loved your best mate, the bestest mate in the world, then pitching forward and vomiting onto to the DJ's twin turntables?
And then as you slowly inspected this alien body that your mind had landed up in, you found the plaster.
On your arm, on your chest, perhaps on your shoulder or maybe even on your bum, there was a plaster.
Filled with a sense of dread you gently peeled it back to reveal a technicolour picture of an angel riding a Harley D.?
Yes whilst you were pissed as a fart in a bottle, you allowed yourself to be persuaded to the all night tattoo centre, where somebody who had more illustrations than a Marvel comic had lovingly injected lots of ink underneath your skin so that it will never come off, unless you undergo a surgical procedure.

Ha! You lightweights.

A young man from Stevenage has raised the stakes on drunken shenanigans and self mutilation.
At least I hope he was drunk when he took a pair of nail clippers up to his room and proceeded to circumcise himself.

THE DAILY STIRRER
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