Party Flee-r and Proud Cont.

Thought archive surfers would like an update on the party.
Wait... what party?
All goes fine until the host's brother spots some weed smokers and calls home mother. Mother arrives with police in tow and everyone scatters around the Moortown/Roundhay suburbia. Down to the woods, up to the park, across the church to the other, bigger park... everyone hides from the Plods even if they're totally innocent.
Understandably, the host wasn't too happy about this, but was distracted when three or four ex-partiers rush in with the news that one of the boys who had had far too much to drink was lying at the bottom of her garden not breathing.
Don't worry people, he ended up being okay.
But his so called friends when they were tracked down to the bigger park, found the fact he almost didn't regain consciousness hilarious.
Fuckers.

~UPDATE~ He ended up having his stomach pumped. *shudder*