Moving Paul
It was two nights before Christmas and Paul had to move the entire contents of his old flat into his new one. I had to help him move his bed, mattress and bookshelf until 6AM. This resulted in us having a spliff while carrying the mattress, Paul dropping it, attempting to pick it up and splitting his only pair of jeans. I had life threatening giggles.
Amazing
I don't even remember how many trips we took. These pictures were mostly taken around 3AM. Paul tried to get me to stay longer with cake and more weed, but I was absolutely shattered and retreated before he could convince me.
