I have to work. Had the day off but helping a mate out that had plans with family. I don't wanna now!
Ewww Christmas dinner brekkie. Sorry that just sounds like a massive boak for me.
You sure thats vodka you are drinking and not some congealed dwarf squirtings from a bucket?I think it rather significant that you question my using Xmas dinner to break fast, but do not bat an eye over my drinking vodka at 9am...
You sure thats vodka you are drinking and not some congealed dwarf squirtings from a bucket?
Btw. Spoke to Big G the other day. He is doing really well. He said to say hi...and your a cunt
Dinner was nice, she wouldn't even join us as she didn't want to miss the soaps but my dad and I had a nice time and played a few charades. The food was nice and he sorted and cooked most of it so fair play to him. So, just finished off the last of my weed with a bonus film we got to watch in peace and quiet (thank god for Eastenders) Star Wars Ep. 3 Revenge Of The Sith. I need to go and get more ganja tomorrow if I'm to continue the week absorbed in fantastic cinema, but as far as Christmas days goes it's been the least vile in years, if still pretty dreadful for short periods, so with the film about to finish and with a reasonably safe amount of lean left in my head I'm going to quit while just about still ahead.
Shoot him an email. He would love to hear from you. I guess he would like some information about what kind of bacterial infection you gave him in that threesome with the homeless toothless bum in the park. I dont think the rash has cleared..Ok, congealed dwarf squirtings with vodka - from a bucket.
Must contact the Big G. Thanks for the message and he's right. I am a cunt...
Pleased for you Stee. Happy Boxing Day. Hopefully without any Boxing.
Talk about speaking too soon - my Dad got my mother and I diaries as gifts yesterday - I was just about to put the film on when I hear her screaming at my dad as she's lost hers - so she bursts into the room and grabs mine, when I politely pointed out to her that it was mine and that I had written my name into the personal bits, she started screaming at me calling me every junky related name and cunt under the sun, tore it up and then started to twat me round the head with the cover.
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decisions decisions - can I get away with just trying to mooch on with the film, with another spliff or do I start punching the wall? The next 10 mins will be kill or cure. I just hope I can find the fucking diary quicktime.