The urge may have hit you because the work week is closer. The dread. Watch that drinking alone in the middle of the week stuff as some exceptions become routine
Instead of looking forward to 6 cans settle on one quality tall mixed drink.
The urge may have hit you because the work week is closer. The dread. Watch that drinking alone in the middle of the week stuff as some exceptions become routine
Instead of looking forward to 6 cans settle on one quality tall mixed drink.
I have only recently started a new job, its ten times better than where I was before, it is still work though, whatever way you look at it I would still prefer to be sat at home scratching my bollocks eating a big orrible bacon sarnie whilst watching my man Jezza of the Kyle, but work aint all that bad.
The most annoying thing is that I'm hammering a good bottle of rum that cost me £40
fucking fish fingers, fucking things, I thought 'yeah I know, a fish finger fucking sandwixh will go down pretty well' so's I set everything up and my fish fingers aint cooked, I kick the over and punch the grill and tell it to sort itself out again, nah it still aint working, fucking fish fingers, I gotta go check make sure they are finally dead.
I'm gunna eat the fucking things now weather they make me bad or not fuck em, fucking little fish
they seemed alright, I'm guunna get myself to bed now and listem to Beethovenths 6th to chill myself out a bit
back then it was a bottle of Mount Gay, decent stuff but not the best I've had, and £40 a bottle isn't all that much, jesus a bottle of Kraken will set you back £30
tonight I'm on the rubbish shit, finished my bottle of sailor jerry's and I'm on the captain morgans spiced gold
I can't complain though, its like the budgie.
I only realised that its christmas now though, that means I've gotta stock up on a couple of bottles of gingerbread rum from Marks & Sparks, thats some good shit especially for the price
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