… Lost …

Saturday 

The first thing to pass my lips today is a pint of strong continental lager. Over the next twelve hours, I supplement this with a further eight pints of strong continental lager, a fried breakfast, four glasses of champagne, tapas, three Mojitos and a cheeseburger.

‘Food soaksh up the alcoshol, yew shee,’ I inform the person who thinks I drink too much.

‘But you just fell asleep in a plate of chips.’

‘Exshactlee.’ 

The moral of this particular story is that three square meals a day are good for your health, unless you eat them all in the same pub.

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One Response to … Lost …

  1. mad muthas says:

    i’ve just realised all my comments have had glaring typos in them, whereas your posts are perfect. i think i need more drink.

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