I'm really tempted to get on it tonight... but the guilt and the self-loathing is holding me back.
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I'm really tempted to get on it tonight... but the guilt and the self-loathing is holding me back.
Get your bent and crooked hands around it imo
There are surely enough other things to hate oneself about without one kebab, albeit a substantial one, adding significant height to the self-loathing pile.
Last night I had various deep-fried things and pizza, well over a bottle of red and a couple of grappas, so another session tonight is just what I need. :-(
Woke up with a jump at just gone 3am this morning and split wine all over myself.
It frustrates me that I can spend several hours sleeping with wine in hand and only spill it all upon waking.
I could do with shedding 1kg, but what's two quid between mates?
I've got a grey eyebrow hair, but I pulled the f**ker out.
Oh, I suppose there's my non-functional Turkish dagger cock. That's not a pretty sight.
quite excited
Hotel Bar recently, or some such guff.
Carne del Toro, Pinchitos Mournos, Solomilo, Chorizo al vino.
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tough for your asian lad, St Peter is a strict doorman
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I've booked a hotel :-(
Vulgar fellow.
My andalusian spanish was coming on a treat by the end though, happily chatting away with the spanish lads, I was.
Cracking lads, the spaniards
I recommend the trains there, if that helps at all.
There is a point at which the excess must stop and thus is disaster avoided.
what could possibly go wrong??
Plenty of time to give it the full Ray.
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glwtpimo.
All the other Spanish towns claiming to be the home of tapas can f**k off.
Waterloo at which point he told me the trains had stopped for the night. For some reason I simply did not believe what he was telling me and told him to take me there regardless. When I got there I was completely and utterly baffled.
Anyway, I got into another taxi and requested he take me to Epsom. I cannot recall how much the journey cost but do remember stopping at a garage and buying a milkshake.
When I awoke the next morning, I realised that I was no longer in possession of my shoes. Some time later when looking at pictures on my phone, I found a picture of my shoes placed neatly atop a wall along with a copy of GQ magazine. I am unable to explain why this was and was not able to locate the wall I had apparently left my shoes on the following evening http://www.awimb.com/images/smiley_icons/ohwell.gif
To be fair, the lads in the bush do an amazing job of serving out 3 meals a day, but the ugali starts to wear a bit after, ooh, 3 hours or so incountry :-(
The best bit is always the baked beans for breakfast.
got on the tube and went into work.....it was a very long day!
barbecued cassava chips from the roadside, on the grounds that they are usually liberally sprinkled with salt and therefore taste of something.
Hopefully in 2017. That's the plan.
Imagine my fun as I paid a Ghanaian taxi driver an exorbitant amount to laugh at me whilst driving me home. :-(
f**k all that 'getting on a train next to some drunk eating McDonalds' nonsense.
nap, went to TM Lewin to buy a new shirt and went straight into work.
trip.