Who knows. this is one of the many conundrums we face in these pressing times
in other news......... i feel like im in a sharp solid state of........... now. what the fuck is time. what the fuck am i doing here. connectededly disconnnected
well, well. what a jolly old misshap this has been. oh i dunno. a wonk of an affairs i dear say. a sorry wonk of an affairs
ps how do i quote a post somebody else has quotey posted like you did, cos i was gonna call you a cheeky lil bugger
dunno whats cracking. might wonk myself downstairs for a jolly cuppa tea and cigeratteeeee. theres mena be a synargy or some shit, maybe itll get the ole mxe doing tricks again. not quite sure why i feel this stimmed, no trippyness
here we go. hold onto and analyze every fucking wall i encounter. feels like a trip to moor dor n back
And a few hours later- this is why I realise I never really drink with mates. I always get too drunk, along with them, and act a bit retarded. I specifically blame my mate, by the time I got to the party, he could barely stand. I sobered him up an made it possible to stand. But them he made me very drunk. Luckily, after the party I was sober enough to find myself lucky I was only a wee bit reyarded to the wife and mother.
Which is a good thing 'cause I can recreate normal memories for the both I them, as apposed to the memories they have of me drunk. Now for a K-Hole and sleep. Night all!
i mixed amt with mxe 1gr each mixed with water and sparyed my plants and soil the half i used it on growed over 2 inchs in one 24 hour time lap dont beleave try it .its the best plant food works better on indoor graden thanks andy
I'm so glad to have woken to not having the hangover from hell that was yesterday. I threw up all day and could hardly move due to my head wanting to explode Had to come home from work early it was so bad and spend the rest of the day between my bed and bathroom
Red wine = it is a demon drug.
So what have I missed in eaddland?
Edit: Is it the Grand National today? - horses names please?
I've never done it online, we go down the bookies then lunch in a pub, a smoke & a few pints
For the last few years on national day I've been stopped by cars full of very Irish gentlemen wanting to know where the bookies is with increasing amounts of shouting sweat and desperation the nearer to race time it gets.