You already have my number, big boy.
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You already have my number, big boy.
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Sadly dear boy, I am 480 miles away so my pickled old cucumber must stay in the jar
Your loss, as well you know.
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Not sure if I’m pissed or stuffed. Just leaving ‘fat’ Tangs on Above Bat and feel like I’ve swallowed a couple of pigs.
Plus train isn’t running somneed to high tail it to the buss…cunts .
Looks like you got your wish then do what’s the problem?
Too salty so dehydrated.
That’s not a tach, it’s a squashed Bat signal
Went out.
The town was shut.
Ffs.
Retired to my “penthouse suite” ok bed in the attic with squishy feet feet a bottle of Vodka & some Scarlett Johansen movie in Polish wondering how the fark I’m gonna dig the van out in the morning.
Place may be shut but it sure is pretty
I spent some time in a Brewdog the other night.
It was not entirely unpleasant.
However, McCoolies, the tackiest bar in Concert Square, was better.
Is that what we are now calling a drunk pick up and closure?
Is it too early for a large Cognac?
Hmmm…never too early…Cin Cin
I had one of those this afternoon - very nice
It’s a cracking bevvy. 7% so needs a little respect.
Steel Tank. 1 till 3 30.
Bookshop 4 till 6.
Guide Dog 6.05 till … cunts!