This is what alcoholic blue pop does to you.

Watch me deep throat this Blue WKD bottle!

A North Kent alpha male shows his physical prowess on the dance floor!

I know the shame of passing out and waking up with a full face of trollop makeup… I feel your pain pickle bunny!

You know what kind of establishment it is when the proprietor comes round with a 6′ inflatable cock.

Where do I begin, I covered the eyes but you can still see the spiders. Then there’s the teeth… but that is nothing compared to the fake tan that has been lovingly built up for so many weeks, it might well be dyeing sub-dermal tissue… Jordan, there’s a new chav queen on the block!

You’ve quaffed a dozen Bacardi Breezer style £1 specials and for some reason, you’re still not pissed. However your bladder is the size of a basketball as you stave off the inevitable trip the the unsanitary club toilets…

A picture crashing drunk gets more than he bargained for!

Any port in a storm, even if that’s your mates pie hole!

Memorial tattoos, they bring a tear to my eye every time I see one on a granny in a nightclub, chaving it up with her daughter… get in Mr Bouncer!

A young man demonstrates to the club owner that he was indeed born with the instinct to breed… oh no.

You really don’t want to touch that floor with naked skin, you’ll catch something… probably anti-biotic resistant!

A feeling of mild ennui crept over him as he started to question himself, “What am I doing with my life, what am I doing here?” as the rank old granny licked his face.

You’ve fallen asleep in your local pit and the owner and a orange lady decide to capture the moment and put it on the Internet!

…and those are just the ones she can remember!

“I wish I could quit you!”

So the owner of the local fleapit is taking some snaps of the evenings fun ransacking. What better way to stand out from the crowd than a piece of improvised yoga and showing off the sweat patches on your arse cheeks where you’ve had too many Aftershocks too quick!

There comes a time when some people try to recapture their youth… usually drunk in their local fleapit. Dear lord!

The hen party have brought along a strap on cock, their’s a place you’ll know it’ll fit!

A bouncer at a fleapit on the North Kent coast shows his disdain for the gymnastics of a drunk punter in the form of a mime. Next week he’ll express himself using free form jazz dance!