As I’ve always said, you know you’re slightly pickled when Whitney Houston documentaries make you cry.
🍻🍷 The Map of 🇲🇷 Booze thread whatever the title says (or is changed to when moderately intoxicated)
We need a pungent, potent and earthy Latin/English mix-up.
Sum cunt
Es cunt
Est cunt
Sumus cunts
Estis cunts
Sunt cunts
I like the last one the best.
Whenever I get that way I like to pop a bit of Bobby Brown on and smoke some crack.
I’ll put candy girl on and roll up some loose tea
That is full Vyv, from The Young Ones, from the episode Cash where he reveals he is pregnant.
And I respect full Vyv.
Steady!
I’m currently caught between nipping out to the petrol station for some crisps or taking a shit. It’s the Bobby brown lifestyle.
God, how I envy you.
Let’s introduce some facts to this matter.
What crisps would you buy if you were to go to the petrol station?
What sort of shit would you have (clipped curious-turtle head / ungratifying slow worm / I just lost a lung )
How would you feel if, upon trying to improve your life through crisps or defecating, you could do neither?
How would he feel if he could do both? I dare not even contemplate the possibility.
We need to introduce a temporal element to this hypothesis.
At what time would he do both?
Buy the crisps whilst simultaneously shitting in aisle one?
Or, eat the crisps on the loo whilst fashioning a fatso-shaped sphincter-trumpet tribute to Miles Davis.
Horny!
Kind of Poo.
Great.
Nice.
Mmmmmm
Once you pop, you can’t stop

As I’ve always said, you know you’re slightly pickled when Whitney Houston documentaries make you cry.
I’d have to be drunk to watch one.
I’d have to be dead. They would have to position my decaying corpse in front of the TV and I reckon that might even get me going again as my rotting flesh twitches in desperation to escape…
Not a fan then?
From an aesthetic perspective, there was a time in the 80s when I would have crawled a 1000 miles over broken glass naked just to wank over her shadow… as long as she kept her mouth shut.
… but I will always love youooou OO ooo. Ooh
If i’d been commissioned to write lyrics for The Proclaimers, this would have been in my first draft.