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.
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.
tough for your asian lad, St Peter is a strict doorman