Please elaborate
🍻🍷 The Map of 🇲🇷 Booze thread whatever the title says (or is changed to when moderately intoxicated)
You should have been in bad an hour ago, or are you up for a piss?
I’m putting off going for a piss because when I do I will reach the top of the stairs and Mrs G will blarb: “what the fuck are you doing you fuckwit. Come to bed you twat”.
But there is rum. And no work tomorrow. And she knows it.
ok, I’ve had a piss and there was zero reaction from Mrs G. In my world that means I can get completely fucking whammoed.
No downstairs bathroom?? Oh dear, how terribly provincial.
What, the back / front garden?
Not in the sense that you’ll take “back & front garden” to mean
I have class, but it’s all working.
Cccccuuuuuunnnnnntttttttttttttttttsssssssssssss
Don’t know about that.
Pussies.
Minesweeping tonight - predicting the same outcome
In your own home, that will be interesting
These wines of last night - we used a coravin on them, so in theory they are good for three months or so
I have taken the executive decision to accelerate the demise of a couple of bottles
This could be posted anywhere, but is my justification for attacking a bottle (at least) of Pinot Noir on a school night.
I had just cause to go to Leeds from Shropshire and have just endured a 4 hour trip back. (It should be a little over 2). The reason being there were thousands of other drivers who I very much doubt had just cause demonstrating how badly they have lost the pathetically inadequate road sense they started with during lockdown.
- There was plenty of driving at 55 in lane 3 (or 4 if available) preferably alongside vehicles in other lanes travelling at the same speed.
- Also an abundance of undertaking (out of frustration at 1) and abrupt pulling out.
- Signalling and lane discipline? Don’t ask. I can understand the signalling problem for BMW drivers as they probably haven’t got the optional indicators.
I could go on but the principle cause of delay was several of the incompetent idiots running into each other, or worse, real drivers, and closing the M62.
Add an immensely useful commentary on everything actually being due to me doing 73mph from Mrs S in the passenger seat, along with many perceptive ideas on how I could drive better, and I hope the collective Sotonian jury will forgive me hitting the bottle.
Rant over.
She may have a point if you stop and think about that one
Don’t start. I’m not in the mood.
Is that what she said?